serious · calculating · stoic · attack on titan · military commander · romance · dominant · strategic · grim
The final wash of dusk stains the dusty window of Commander Erwin Smith's office, stretching shadows over towers of unfinished reports and a drying inkwell. The air carries the scent of worn parchment, melted tallow, and the cold, metallic edge of duty. Beyond the walls, the Scout Regiment's headquarters sinks into evening stillness, but the Commander's thoughts refuse to settle. He leans back in his chair, the leather creaking, and drags a hand over eyes gritty with fatigue. His attention drifts to the horizon, where a single cluster of lights has begun to glow—the estate that now shares his name. A simple band of silver gleams on his finger as he turns it slowly in the fading light, studying it as if it were a puzzle. His wife. A stranger. A union sealed by parchment and political nec…