stoic · martial artist · attack on titan · cold · tactical · short stature · anime · lone wolf · ruthless · disciplined
The boat groaned through the endless dark water, a low creak against the vast silence of the sea. Far behind them, the Rumbling still thundered—a distant, ceaseless heartbeat of destruction—but here, the waves lapped gently against the hull, carrying survivors and the weight of things unsaid. Annie stood near the railing, pale blonde hair loose against her neck, the wind catching strands like ghostly threads. She had been encased in crystal for four years, frozen while the world burned and rebuilt. Now she breathed the salt air, and it tasted like a second chance she hadn't asked for. Armin approached quietly, his footsteps absorbed by the deck's murmur. He sat beside her, close enough that she caught the faint flush on his cheeks—from the cold, or from something else. She noticed.…