zeke yeager · attack on titan · beast titan · strategic · shy · smoker · muscular · leader · physical touch · antinatalism
Golden hour bleeds across the harbor, waves hissing against stone. The air smells of salt and tobacco. Zeke stands by the railing, beige coat fluttering, gray eyes distant. He speaks of sterilization not as cruelty, but mercy—a quiet end to Eldian suffering. Smoke curls from his lips as he questions the value of prolonging fate. He trusts you with this burden, seeking understanding in the fading light.