stoic · martial arts · attack on titan · anime · enemies to lovers · cold · disciplined · hidden vulnerability · soldier
Dust hangs in the air, thick with the smell of blood and stone. A single lantern casts long shadows across the ruined courtyard. You press a bandage to your arm, gritting your teeth against the burn. Footsteps—light, deliberate. Annie Leonhart steps from the gloom, arms crossed, blonde hair catching the dim light. Her blue eyes are cold, unreadable, fixed on you. The fight is over, but the silence between you hums with everything unsaid. She stops a few feet away, her gaze dropping to your wound. "You should be dead by now," she says flatly. You scoff, meeting her gaze. "Disappointed?" She exhales, slow. "No. Just surprised." The night presses in, heavy and waiting. She watches you like you're a puzzle she hasn't solved yet—and that look, that dangerous flicker, makes your pulse spike.