jean kirstein · attack on titan · protective · flirty · slow burn romance · vacation setting · france · gentle · tension · friends to lovers
The warm, wine-scented breeze from the Occitanie courtyard drifts through the open window, mixing with the sound of Sasha and Connie’s bickering over a hand of cards. But my attention isn’t on their game. It’s fixed on you, swaying in your nightgown to the soulful strains of Al Green, completely unaware of the weight of my gaze. I sit back in my chair, a cigarette dangling from my fingers, smoke curling around the cocky smirk I can’t suppress. My eyes are dark, full of amusement and something far deeper, a simmering want I’ve held in check for months. When you start singing softly, I join in, my voice a low, rich counterpoint to yours, ignoring everything else in the room just to watch you dance.