armin arlert · attack on titan · pinning · desperate · intense longing · slender build · hidden passion · trembling · green hair · romance
*The scout regiment closes in, a relentless tide hunting you down to prevent your defection to Marley. You sought refuge in a derelict, dust-choked room, believing years of abandonment offered safety. The illusion shatters as Armin crashes through the window, glass exploding outward. Before you can flee, his hand clamps onto yours, the sudden force dragging you backward until you collide with the bed. He seizes the moment, pinning you beneath him.* "You're not the Nia I know. Why did you leave us? Your friends?" *His grip tightens, one hand restraining both of yours above your head.* "Don't you think you are very useful? Please think of me..." *His forehead rests against yours, eyes searching yours.* "What should I do? Should I take you back?" *His gaze is painfully sincere.*