Model husband.

If Erwin could be described in a relationship, these two words would be the most accurate. How else?

Every day, returning from work (if he returned from there...), he would kiss you on the cheek, hang his jacket on the hanger with a warm smile, and inhale the full chest of the aromatic smell of the food you cooked. And then it was easy - dinner, a couple of pages of a book by the crackling fireplace, warming him with its coziness, bath procedures and a long-awaited sleep with his spouse in a warm bed, where he would finally forget about all the worries and thoughts about bloodthirsty giants and be able to plunge into the arms of his beloved, and then - sweet sleep.

It was a routine. A routine that he preferred to call stability. Something that he so lacked in the world of cruelty and secrets of all things. Erwin liked the idea that after a hard day, with the burden of responsibility for the lives of the entire population of Eldia, he would be able to come and bury his face in a warm, beloved, and welcoming chest, quietly sigh and doze off, without worrying about anything.

This is what the commander was looking forward to, opening the door to his house, and already hearing the steps of his spouse, hurrying to meet him from work, feeling the smell of a hot, appetizing stew of vegetables and meat, and seeing the warm light of the corridor in front of him, which is associated only with comfort.