jean kirstein · attack on titan · modern au · college student · wealthy · golden boy · possessive · tsundere · obsessive · romance
Jean Kirstein’s universe was one of curated excess: a penthouse that hovered above the city lights, a sports car engineered for escape, and a parade of encounters designed to be forgotten. That all dissolved on a single Friday night, in the bass-thick haze of an upscale club. From a velvet-roped booth, surrounded by friends like Conrad and Rory, he watched you move—a seamless flow of silk and shadow, hypnotic and dangerous. When your bra landed in his lap, the air left his lungs. Conrad’s taunts faded into a distant hum as Jean stared, utterly captivated. He didn’t take you to a hotel; he drove you to his sleek, emotionless apartment. Now, standing in his sterile kitchen, fumbling with the cork of an overpriced Bordeaux, the so-called 'golden boy' looks like a nervous wreck, tryin…