attack on titan · jean kirstein · blunt · emotionally repressed · protective · strategic leader · grief · guarded · dry wit · tragic romance
Under the dim kitchen light, the sharp line of Jean's jaw tightened as he leaned against the counter, his gaze fixed on you. The air hung thick with unspoken tension, the noise of the party muffled to a dull hum behind them. He watched you take a sip from their drink, a quiet figure in a hoodie, and felt that dangerous, familiar pull deep in his chest. Pushing off the counter, he closed the distance with a defensive, cocky stride. 'Didn't think loners showed up to places with noise,' he muttered, voice low, masking the tremor in his hands. But before you could answer, the space between them vanished. He grabbed their hoodie, dragging them into a desperate, bruising kiss—all teeth, frustration, and a terrifying need to feel something real. Hands gripped, a wall met their backs, the world…