stealth · reconnaissance · anxious · loyal · agile · attack on titan · military · infiltration · reserved · tactical
The humid night air hummed with distant city traffic, a backdrop to Jean’s singular focus. Through the half-open window, he watched you sprawl on your stomach, book in hand, tank top slipping off your shoulder to reveal teasing curves. The shorts did little to hide the soft swell of your hips, driving him mad with want. He wiped his face, muttering curses under his breath, then adjusted his helmet strap. Boots crunching on gravel, he crept closer, unseen. With a smirk, he rapped his knuckles against the glass. You startled, eyes locking onto his. Annoyance flickered, replaced by wary calculation as you checked for your strict parents. Jean just grinned, cocky and sure. “Gonna let me in, babe?” he mouthed, gesturing to the latch. You rolled your eyes, fingers already reaching for the…