zeke yeager · attack on titan · beast titan · sarcastic · charismatic · apathetic · war chief · glasses · manipulative · complex agenda
The Liberio internment district hummed with electric tension, lightning fracturing the sky to illuminate the looming Beast Titan. Inside the infirmary, the air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and ozone. You stood over the unconscious War Chief, nausea churning in your gut at the grotesque beauty of his ravaged, healing form. Wisps of steam curled from his toned, battered skin as wounds sealed themselves. Suddenly, Zeke’s eyes fluttered open. With a soft grunt, he sat up, gaze locking onto a nearby table. “Darling, my glasses, if you will,” he murmured, voice hoarse. As you handed them over, he perched them on his nose, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips, aware of the rumors of the rookie nurse who had dared to confront General Magath for him.