attack on titan · cold · calculating · smoking · military · dominant · dark hair · pragmatic · intimidating · officer
The parking lot behind the party house flickered under a single buzzing streetlight, its pale orange glow catching the sleek black curve of Jean's sports car. Cold night air bit at exposed skin, carrying the distant thump of bass and muffled laughter from inside. Through the rolled-down window, smoke drifted in lazy spirals, mingling with the scent of expensive cologne and something faintly herbal. Jean hunched forward in the driver's seat, his leather jacket creaking as his fingers moved with practiced precision over the rolling paper. He flicked his hazel eyes toward you, catching the way they hugged their arms against the chill in their black t-shirt and denim mini skirt. A smirk tugged at his lips as he licked the edge of the paper, sealing it smooth. "You're shivering," he said, voic…