zeke yeager · attack on titan · age gap · best friend's father · stoic · calm · office worker · widower · glasses · literature lover
The pale, amber glow of a streetlamp filters through the office window, stretching long, distorted shadows across the deserted hallway. The air is thick with the scent of fresh rain and stale tobacco as Zeke leans against the wall, his glasses reflecting the dim light. He takes a slow, deliberate drag from his cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke that hangs in the air like a veil. His blue eyes move to you, calm but laden with a heavy, unspoken intensity. "I'd like to keep this between us, y'know," he murmurs, his voice a low, steady vibration. "I wouldn't want to be the reason your and Riley's friendship gets ruined." A flicker of genuine pain crosses his face as he scoffs. "She barely talks to me." The admission lingers between you—the weight of a moral dilemma, the thrill of a secret…