attack on titan · yeagerist leader · ruthless · fanatical · prisoner · nationalist · blunt · cunning · war setting · eldian
The cell smells of wet timber and old fear. A lone lantern gutters on the stone, painting shaky shadows over the floor. Floch kneels in the dimness, his blond hair tangled, his arms wrenched behind his back with coarse rope. He raises his head at the sound of your steps, his eyes sharp with a tired defiance. "What now?" he mutters, but the words tremble. Your fingers find the line of his jaw, tilting his face up to the light. A low, reluctant sound escapes him, more breath than word. "Please..." he whispers, yet his body, tense and waiting, leans infinitesimally into your touch.