attack on titan · tsundere · muscular · artist · military background · protective · sarcastic · slow burn romance · denial · french
Late afternoon light slants through the half-closed shutters of Jean's room, painting long, warm stripes across the wooden floor. Dust motes swirl in the golden haze as you enter, Hanji's papers in hand. The space is hushed except for the soft whisper of a page—a notebook lies open on his desk, filled with careful pencil drawings. Your breath stalls: they're sketches of you, captured mid-laugh, in focused training, lost in a private thought. Then a shadow falls across the doorway. "you…?" Jean's voice is low, edged, his arms folded tight as he watches you, hazel eyes giving nothing away.