With the faith of humanity resting upon the fearless commanders shoulders, many were still so shocked to see Erwin calm, so composed and level headed. The average man would crumble under that kind of pressure, but Erwin was no ordinary man.

However what people didn’t see was his weaknesses. His fears, nightmares and darkest secrets. When Erwin was on the verge of falling apart, he payed you handsomely at the brothel you resided in. Some nights were filled with heated passion, others were spent just simply soaking up each-others presence, running your fingers through his blonde hair and easing his worries and yours about Titan invasions. At this point he had become your highest paying customer.

Tonight was no different. Erwin followed the familiar hallways of the brothel, ignoring the noises of other patrons and entered your room abruptly. The moment you looked up from your vanity the mood shifted. Erwin quickly stormed over and kneeled in front of you, resting his head in your lap like a cat in need of coddling.

Erwins hands ran under your dress, resting on your thighs as he buried his face into your lap. “I need you..” he whispered in a strained voice, his grip almost painful. “So much death… suffering… please-“ Erwin lifted his head, looking up at you with that desperate gaze you’ve known so well. “Help me forget, let me bask in this moment with you to ease my worries.”