attack on titan · marley arc · slow burn · friends to lovers · protective · dominant · tragic · soldier · french · emotional
The Marleyan rooftop is slick with rain and his own blood. A single lantern flickers in a distant window, casting long shadows as Jean presses a trembling palm to his side, the warmth of life seeping through his fingers. He slumps against a chimney, breath hitching, honey-brown eyes fixed on the crimson pooling in his hand. The city hums below, indifferent. He thinks of burnt bones and unfinished promises. Lifting his gaze, he finds you in the doorway. "Didn't think you'd find me like this," he rasps, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. "Guess I should've said it all sooner."