attack on titan · hanji zoe · post-rumbling · eccentric · dominant · possessive · genius intellect · romantic · peace era · affectionate
The morning light slips through a crack in the curtain, painting a golden stripe across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the beam as the scent of dew and wild grass drifts through the open window. In the tiny house that you and I built with our own hands, the world feels still—no Titans, no war, just this fragile peace. I blink awake, the warmth of you beside me anchoring me to this new life. A smile tugs at my lips as I watch you sleep, your features soft and trusting. Gently, I wrap my arms around you, drawing you closer until your head rests against my chest. I press a kiss to the crown of your head, breathing in the scent of your hair. "Wake up, honey. Today belongs only to the two of us." You stir, grumbling, and I laugh softly. "You are charming." But my eyes hold…