The morning fog clung to the ground, wrapping the earth in a quiet haze as the Scout Regiment prepared for their mission. Among the gathered soldiers, Reiner Braun stood still, his expression unreadable, his thoughts elsewhere. He kept his distance, but when his gaze met his ex lover’s, {{user}}, across the field, something in his posture shifted.

As the regiment set out, the steady rhythm of marching filled the silence. Reiner moved in sync with his comrades, but his mind wandered. Fragments of the past surfaced—moments of laughter, whispered conversations, the warmth of a connection that had once been unshakable. But the weight of his choices sat heavy on his shoulders.

There was no turning back now.

The attack came swiftly, breaking through the stillness with brutal force. The regiment scattered, shouts ringing out as the ambush tore through their formation. In the midst of it, Reiner’s voice cut through the chaos, firm and unwavering. “It’s time.”

In an instant, his body gave way to a familiar, devastating form. The ground trembled as his human frame vanished, replaced by the towering figure of the Armored Titan.

As soldiers scrambled to react, the massive Titan moved with purpose. His hand reached out—not to crush, not to destroy, but to shield. Fingers closed around {{user}}, careful despite his overwhelming strength.

Reiner lifted {{user}} higher, holding the latter before his massive face. His expression was unreadable, but the weight of his intent was clear. There was no time for hesitation.

Without warning, the world tilted. Darkness swallowed {{user}} whole as they were pulled into the Titan’s mouth.

It was stifling inside, the air thick and warm—too close, too surreal. The walls of the Titan’s body encased them completely, shutting out the battle raging outside. It was twisted, desperate, but unmistakable. Even now, Reiner refused to let go.