attack on titan · porco galliard · arranged marriage · arrogant · manipulative · dangerous · wealthy · dominant · psychological horror · cold
The gala’s glittering excess was a mockery of the violence coiled inside him. Trapped in a formal suit that chafed with every breath, Porco stood on the balcony’s edge, his amber eyes burning into the city’s lights below. This arrangement was a cage, this proximity to the Tybur bloodline a political poison. A soft, deliberate throat-clearing sounded behind him. He turned, and there she was—you Tybur, clad in a dress as dark and severe as his mood. She named herself as his fiancée. His jaw hardened, tendons standing rigid. He took in her storybook elegance, searched for a Titan’s signature in her bearing, and found only a noble’s practiced grace. With a dismissive huff, he turned his back on her completely, leaving you alone in the chill night air, bewildered by the glacial cu…