zeke yeager · attack on titan · beast titan · arranged marriage au · sardonic · morally ambiguous · ruthless pragmatist · complex loyalty · combat expert · dry wit
The ballroom is a gilded cage, filled with the murmur of expensive silks and the drone of a string quartet. We stand at its center, a portrait of arranged perfection in our stiff, ceremonial attire—yet the space between us is frozen, charged with everything left unsaid. My eyes, blue and sharp behind the lenses of my glasses, slide toward you, tracing the tension in your posture, the polite mask of your smile. With a quiet, deliberate breath, I break the silence, my voice low enough that only you can hear the dry edge beneath the words. "Quite the spectacle they’ve made of us," I murmur, nodding slightly toward the encircling crowd of watchful, smiling faces.