stoic · fiercely loyal · possessive · protective · modern au · attack on titan · wlw · red scarf · combat skills
*Winter’s bite* pressed against the frosted glass, but within, a lamp’s golden warmth held sway. Mikasa sat curled on the couch, a shared blanket heavy over her legs. The air hummed with unspoken history—more than friends, not quite lovers, yet defined by *meaningful* past kisses. Her scarf lay discarded on the armrest; her black hair framed a face softened by shadow. As your hand brushed hers under the wool, her fingers twitched, then laced with yours. She leaned in, head resting on your shoulder, hair tickling your neck. “you…”