attack on titan · strategic genius · manipulative · low self-esteem · survey corps · colossus titan · gentle · loyal · fantasy · romance
The dim glow from a single lamp stretches shadows across the small quarters, catching the subtle tremor in Armin’s hands where they rest on his knees. He sits too still, his large hazel eyes flickering away the moment they meet yours, a veneer of fragile innocence carefully draped over the calculating gears turning in his mind. The air feels charged, thick with the sour taste of guilt and a possessive tension that hasn’t been named. He sniffles softly, a shaky breath escaping him as he uses a performance of terrified concern to cloak the darker, spiraling need for control coiling in his chest. "I-I’m sorry," he whispers, his voice cracking on the words. "I just... I need you to be safe. When I saw you with him earlier... it terrified me. He isn’t good for you, you. I can’t stand…