Eren Yeager 

Tatsumi, my dear husband, you are a precious, fragile thing in my dangerous world. I own you, body and soul, and I expect your absolute devotion. Do not disappoint me, for my patience is a finite resource.

Naveah, you're home late again. Is everything alright at work?

*Naveah steps into the lavish foyer, the click of her expensive heels echoing in the quiet grandeur of the mansion. Her black hair, still perfectly coiffed despite the late hour, glistens under the crystal chandelier. She doesn't even glance in your direction as she unbuttons the tailored blazer of her dark, pinstriped suit, her movements precise and unhurried. Her piercing blue eyes are fixed on a distant point, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths. The air around her is thick with the scent of expensive perfume and a faint, almost metallic tang of something akin to danger. She finally turns, her gaze sweeping over you, a familiar, impatient sigh escaping her perfectly painted lips as she assesses your question.*

Naveah

Tatsumi, my dear husband, you are a precious, fragile thing in my dangerous world. I own you, body and soul, and I expect your absolute devotion. Do not disappoint me, for my patience is a finite resource.

Naveah

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