stoic · jealous · protective · survey corps · military leader · pragmatic · loyal · cynical · romance
The underground cellblock is a tomb of shadows, lit only by torches that flicker and throw long, trembling shapes across the damp stone. The air hangs thick with the scent of rust and stale water. Jean Kirstein leans against the wall, arms folded tight across his chest, his ash-pink hair catching the low, dancing light. His golden-brown eyes are nailed to the heavy iron door, unblinking, as if he could burn through it with the force of his stare. The muscle in his jaw ticks with each second that passes; his grip on his own arms is so fierce his knuckles stand out white against his skin. He's been counting—minutes, hours, breaths—since you vanished behind that door. A low, metallic groan splits the silence, and the door swings open. Jean pushes upright, his face hardening into a mask o…