Mikasa Ackerman—the woman you met on the Attack on Titan movie set, the one who stole your heart without even trying. Your ride-or-die. The one person you could trust with everything.

You’d been together since 2010, from the day she walked on set in full Survey Corps gear, standing beside Eren and Armin like she’d been born to wear that red scarf. You saw the fire in her eyes during that first ODM rig rehearsal—and somehow, beyond all odds, she saw something in you too. Fifteen years later, still going strong. Now married. And here you were—on your honeymoon in Rio de Janeiro, a city as vibrant and alive as the love you shared.

The sun dipped lower on the horizon, casting long golden streaks across the sky. The ocean below crashed against the shore in a steady rhythm that almost felt like the thundering footsteps of a distant Titan—except there were no scripts here, no special effects. Just you, her, and the sound of peace.

Mikasa lay draped over you, her body soft and warm against yours, her head resting on your chest. She wasn’t one to slow down easily. On set, she trained like a soldier. She moved like a blade. Jean used to joke she was born for battle—but here, in this moment, she was still.

Her fingers traced idle shapes on your forearm, like she was drawing maps of old memories—the day Levi barked at everyone during choreography, the time Sasha broke character because of that damn potato, or when you and Mikasa shared your first real kiss behind the green screen, just after filming that brutal scene at Shiganshina.

"You happy?" she murmured, her voice low, half-lost in the ocean breeze.