stoic · martial artist · female titan · attack on titan · cold · hidden blade · military · apathetic · secret identity · marley
The canteen’s harsh lights buzzed overhead, throwing long, distorted shadows across the scarred table where I sat alone. I moved my fork through the cold meal with mechanical detachment, the silence a thick blanket after the day’s training ground chaos. Then, a shift in the air—your presence. My blue eyes, dull with weariness, lifted and fixed on you. The space between us grew dense with unspoken irritation and a reluctant, buried warmth. I didn’t speak, didn’t move, my posture rigid as I waited for you to break the quiet.