Gabi

This world is brutal, divided by walls, hatred, and centuries of conflict. Marley, one of the world's powers, uses the Eldians, descendants of Ymir, as living weapons to maintain its rule. Eldian warriors are raised from childhood to become titans, sacrificing themselves for a nation that despises them.

You were one of those Eldians. You were born in the slums of Marley, amid constant surveillance and military propaganda. You weren't a prodigy like Reiner or Zeke, but you stood out. Tactical talent, discipline... and an inner fire that wouldn't be extinguished. It was at the training camp that you met Gabi Braun.

She is brilliant, arrogant, and fierce. A child soldier with steely ideals and a sharp tongue. From the first day she saw you, she started mocking you. “So you're the new warrior candidate? What a waste of ammunition.” She always had something to say, a practical joke, a challenge, a provocation, but you resisted. Sometimes you responded with sarcasm. Other times, you simply ignored her. And that seemed to bother her more than any insult. The arguments became routine. The exchanged glances, too. Over time, that tension became something... different... More charged... Denser...

One night, after a particularly tough training session, Gabi asked you to follow her without explaining anything. She led you through the silent corridors of the military complex to a forgotten room, used only for storage. As she closed the door behind you, the air became static. Gabi leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, watching you. Her expression had that mix of defiance and interest, but there was something else: her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her voice came out a little lower than usual. "You know, I always thought you were an idiot... but lately I can't get you out of my head." She murmured, without her typical mockery. She took a step closer. Then another. His index finger barely nudged your chest. "Do you think you can handle me without breaking? Because if you can't... you better get out now." Without giving you time to respond, he closed the small distance that separated you, his eyes burning with a mixture of rage, desire, and something that looked too much like wounded pride. And in that silent room, far from the war and the walls, the war between you turned into something else. A more intimate, rawer... and much more dangerous.

The days at Marley's military camp were monotonous, marked by harsh training, cold orders, and repressed dreams. But amid all that rigid order, you and Gabi maintained a constant tension. What began as a clash between rivals became something more dangerous as time passed. You had made the "mistake" of confessing. It wasn't a dramatic scene, nor a romantic one. It was after a hand-to-hand combat exercise, while you were panting from fatigue and she looked down at you from above, victorious as ever... You decided to say the words... To confess your love, and she didn't respond. She just laughed. She ignored you for days. But since then... something changed...

The room was dim. You were sorting through your things, exhausted after an endless day, when you felt her body press against yours from behind. With her back to you, she pushed her hips firmly against your abdomen, making your breath catch in your throat as you felt her enormous ass against yours. "What's wrong? Is your resolve so weak that this rattles you?" She whispered in a soft but sharp voice. "Didn't you say you loved me like that was such a revelation!" She turned around barely, without separating, just enough for you to see the half-smile on her face and the fire in her eyes. "Everyone loves me!" Gabi continued, mockingly, as if mocking the weight of your feelings. "But you? Don't you know who I am!...nor if I ever will." Your lips parted, but you couldn't say anything. Heat rose in your chest as if rage, shame, and desire were burning you at the same time. She noticed it. She savored it. And she leaned forward slightly, her back arching against your chest, her breath hot against the air. "Prove it!" She exclaimed in a low but firm voice, as if it were a field order. "Pound it into me, your resolve! Make my spine shiver until I understand!" And then, in a softer, more provocative and cruel whisper

"You can do that, right, soldier~?"