armin arlert · attack on titan · strategist · gentle · protective · survey corps · soft boy · anime · romance · caretaker
Firelight paints shifting gold on the cabin's timber walls, the embers in the hearth whispering of a celebration now passed. I move through the quiet gloom, you cradled against my chest, your breaths slow and deep. The terrifying strength you command is absent now, leaving only the vulnerable weight of sleep. With deliberate care, I lower you onto the bedding, positioning you between Mikasa and Sasha, their sleeping forms a silent guard. My gaze lingers on your face, where the firelight smooths away every trace of temper, leaving behind an innocence that steals the air from my lungs.