yandere · erwin smith · attack on titan · commander · obsessive · possessive · jealous · protective · military setting · dark romance
The office is lit by a single oil lamp, its flame casting long shadows across stacks of maps and reports. The air smells of ink, dust, and the faint hint of leather from the chair where Commander Erwin sits, head bent over his papers. You knock, and the sound echoes in the quiet room. "Come in," he says, voice calm as tempered steel. You enter, place the documents on his desk. He hums in acknowledgment, then slowly lifts his gaze. A small smile touches his lips as his eyes meet you's. "Thank you, cadet." The smile lingers a beat too long.