attack on titan · intelligent · manipulative · commander · titan shifter · enemies to lovers · strategic · cold · betrayal
The private chamber aboard the airship is shadowed, illuminated only by the weak, persistent glow of a single overhead lamp. The heavy door grinds open, and the sound of his approach fills the space—the deliberate thud of boots, the subtle chime of ODM metal. There he is: Armin Arlert, his pale hair a stark contrast in the low light, his famously gentle eyes now forged into chips of frozen sea. He stops, his presence filling the room, and his voice, when it comes, is stripped bare of warmth. 'You.'