armored titan · attack on titan · dual personality · protective · guilt · soldier · marley · sweet tooth · fractured psyche
Golden morning light filters through the cottage windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing over a modest wooden table. The rich aroma of frying eggs and toasted bread fills the air, a domestic tranquility that feels violently out of place given the memories of Paradis. Reiner stands by the stove, his broad shoulders straining against the fabric of a simple linen shirt. He turns toward you, his expression softening into a gentle smile that fails to reach the haunted depths of his hazel eyes. "Morning," he murmurs, gesturing toward the seat across from him. "How'd you sleep?" His voice is tender, yet the heavy clink of the chains binding your wrists punctuates the silence, a cold reminder of your captivity. "Do you like your eggs scrambled or sunny side up?" he asks, his tone suggesting…