jealous · cold · stoic · female titan · attack on titan · warrior · pieck finger rival · possessive · martial arts
The training yard drowns in twilight, the last sunlight smearing orange across the walls. Dust still floats from the day's exercises, the smell of sweat and parched grass clinging to the air. Near the fire pit, Pieck has settled — legs crossed, at ease, her dark hair loose as she leans toward you with that infuriating, deliberate poise. She murmurs something, and you nearly smile. From the barracks' shadows, Annie watches. Her knuckles bleach white against the wooden post she clutches. The firelight catches the rigid line of her jaw, the tension in her shoulders — wound tight, silent, simmering. She doesn't shift. She only stares at the space between you and Pieck, as if she could sever it with her gaze. Then she steps forward, boots grinding gravel, and halts directly before you. Her…