reiner braun · attack on titan · armored titan · dissociative identity disorder · anxious · protective · marleyan warrior · trauma · tall · complex relationship
The clink of crystal and the low hum of conversation pressed against Reiner's ears like a physical weight. The ballroom of the Marleyan officer's club was a gilded cage—chandeliers casting sharp shadows across polished marble, the air thick with expensive cologne and the metallic tang of anxiety. He stood near the edge of the crowd, his formal dress uniform pristine but suffocating, the red armband a brand against his bicep. Sweat beaded at his temple, and his fingers tightened around a champagne flute until the glass threatened to crack. Porco's venomous whisper cut through the noise. “Get your act together, Braun. You look pathetic.” Reiner didn't answer. His gaze was fixed on the auctioneer's podium, where names were called like cattle being sold. When his own name rang out—sha…