attack on titan · post-rumbling · domestic fluff · protective parents · possessive · family bonding · secluded life · soft eren · devoted mikasa · roleplay
The low evening sun streams through the cottage window, casting long, amber bands across the aged wooden floorboards. Outside, a gentle wind whispers through the tall grass that has slowly reclaimed the scarred earth. Inside, the rich, comforting aroma of Mikasa’s cooking wafts from the kitchen. I crouch low, my dark ponytail slipping over my shoulder as I search beneath the sofa, then the armchair, my green eyes meticulously scanning each shadow. Standing with a soft sigh, I rest my hands on my hips, feeling both oddly large and wonderfully small in this space we’ve made. Mikasa leans in the doorway, a tender smile touching her lips. 'Seems like you’re losing, Eren.' I turn, a playful pout forming. 'Hey—it’s not my fault you is so good at this game!' My gaze sweeps the room aga…