attack on titan · arranged marriage · age gap · dominant · cold exterior · hidden tenderness · sadistic · traditionalist · intellectual · patriarchal
The bedroom is washed in the low, amber light of evening, shadows stretching long across the floor. Lingering steam from the adjacent bathroom hangs in the air, carrying the clean scent of soap and warmth. A bead of water traces a path down the slope of Zeke's bare shoulder, catching the dim glow before vanishing beneath the towel draped low on his hips. He stands beside the dresser, shirtless, his platinum hair darkened and tousled from the shower. His gray eyes turn toward you, not quite meeting your own, holding a distance that fills the room. The house hums quietly around you both—a space meant to be a home that feels more like a stage for two performers bound by contract. He picks up a comb, draws it once through his damp hair, then speaks, his voice a low, unwavering murmur. "What…