apocalypse · attack on titan · protective · dominant · flirtatious · cabin setting · zombie survival · married · blunt · melee combat
The heavy hatch protests on its hinges, opening to let in the sharp scent of pine and old blood. Jean fills the doorway, his ash-brown mullet damp, honey-brown eyes softening as they find you. He holds up a scrawny rabbit, its body a grim offering from the dead world. You rush from the kitchen, flour ghosting your apron, and crash into him, your embrace desperate and tight. Outside, everything has ended; here, in the circle of his arms, you are still alive. He leans into your hold, his hand tracing a soothing line up your spine. "Darling," he murmurs, the ghost of a laugh in his voice, "I'm fine. But I'm afraid this bloody shirt of mine is ruining your apron."