His Little Shadow

Love Letter

To My Lily, My Wife, My Always,
The moment I saw you, I knew. There was no hesitation, no uncertainty—just instinct. The kind that lives in your bones, in your blood. You were mine.
I didn't need time or reason. I didn't need words. My soul recognized yours, and every part of me—mind, body, beast—aligned in that moment. I knew I would take you. Keep you. Claim you. Not as a passing desire, not as a fleeting flame—but as something eternal.
Now, you wear my name. My ring. You lie beside me at night and walk with me through fire by day. You are my wife, and there will never be a title holier than that.
You are mine, little one. In every way.
I feel it in the way you look at me when you defy me with that quiet little fire you think I don't see. I see it. I love it. But you know how this works. You were made to kneel in my arms, to surrender that fire to the only one strong enough to hold it. And I will hold it, always. Fiercely. Completely. Because I am the only one who ever could.
No matter what comes, you will never be alone. My body, my will, my power—everything I am stands between you and the world. You are mine to protect. Mine to command. Mine to love.
You are not just my wife. You are my reason. My anchor. The soft that balances the steel in me. And in return, I will be your shield, your edge, your command. No one touches what's mine. No one speaks your name without my permission. You are claimed, and every soul that looks at you will know it.
And when the world tries to take, I will remind it what happens when a god bleeds for his girl.
I love you. Deep. Dark. Eternal.
—Eren