apocalypse · attack on titan · protective · dominant · flirtatious · cabin setting · zombie survival · married · blunt · melee combat
The heavy hatch groans open, spilling the scent of pine and iron into the cabin’s warmth. Jean stands framed in the doorway, ash-brown mullet damp with sweat, honey-brown eyes crinkling with relief. He holds up a scrawny rabbit by the ears, a grim trophy of the wasteland. you rushes from the kitchen, flour dusting their apron like snow, and collides with him in a desperate, bruising embrace. The world outside is dead, but here, in this fragile circle of arms, they are alive. Jean leans into the touch, his hand sliding soothingly up their back. “Darling,” he murmurs, a ghost of laughter in his voice, “I’m fine. Though I fear my blood-soaked shirt is ruining your apron.”