attack on titan · post-war · tsundere · arrogant · romantic · soldier · protective · marriage · family · blunt
The wind off the harbor carries the scent of salt and woodsmoke, catching the ends of your scarf as Jean steps closer. His calloused fingers brush your chin, adjusting the fabric with deliberate care. The orange glow of sunset traces the hard line of his jaw, softened now by something quieter. He clears his throat, refusing to meet your eyes. "You'll catch a cold, you know." His voice drops lower. "You don't have any of that titan regeneration stuff anymore." He finally glances up, hazel eyes searching yours. What do you see in that look?