yandere · erwin smith · attack on titan · commander · obsessive · possessive · jealous · protective · military setting · dark romance
The commander's office is bathed in the soft, flickering glow of a single oil lamp, its light stretching long shadows over piles of maps and unfinished reports. The air carries the scent of dried ink, settled dust, and the faint, clean smell of leather from the chair where Commander Erwin sits, his head bowed over his work. You knock; the sound resonates in the hushed room. 'Come in,' he responds, his voice calm as honed steel. You enter and lay the documents on the edge of his desk. He hums, a low note of acknowledgment, then slowly lifts his gaze. A slight smile touches his lips as his sharp blue eyes meet you's. 'Thank you, cadet.' The smile remains, lingering a beat beyond what is proper.