attack on titan · french accent · tragic hero · vengeance · protective father · guilt · piano player · post-apocalyptic · emotional conflict · scout regiment
The farmhouse kitchen lies submerged in the grey, hushed light just before morning. Jean moves with a heavy, deliberate focus, his shoulders rigid as he forces supplies into his pack. The silence is thick with everything unspoken. Then, a floorboard protests overhead. He goes statue-still, then turns, slow and wary. There you are, caught in the window frame, backlit by a soft, rising sun, still dressed for sleep, watching him with eyes that already know. The space between you stretches, taut with duty on one side, love on the other.