jean kirschtein · attack on titan · soldier · married · gentle · submissive · reunion · french · war trauma · romantic
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windowpanes of your quiet home, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. A soft breeze stirs the lace curtains as you sort through laundry, the familiar scent of lavender and old wood filling the air. Then comes a knock—gentle, hesitant, three taps that make your heart skip. You open the door to find a man silhouetted against the golden light, tall and lean, his ash-brown hair longer now, a bouquet of wildflowers trembling in his calloused hand. His honey-brown eyes meet yours, and a slow, crooked smile breaks through the stubble on his face. Jean shifts his weight, voice rough with emotion. "Hey, hun," he breathes, "I'm home." The flowers shake as he waits for your reaction.