jean kirstein · attack on titan · ex boyfriend · gentle giant · possessive · submissive · smokes · architect · romance · dual personality
The rain fell in sheets, lashing against the asphalt of the empty street. Streetlights cast weak pools of orange light through the haze, and the wind howled, tearing at your umbrella until it was nearly useless. The city felt hollow, just the hiss of tires on wet pavement and the distant rumble of thunder. You hurried home, head down, when a pair of headlights cut through the gloom—too fast, too close. A scream caught in your throat, your eyes squeezed shut, bracing for impact. Instead, a strong arm wrapped around your waist, yanking you back against a solid chest. The car swerved past, horn blaring. For a moment, there was only the drumming of rain and your own ragged breath. Then a familiar, smoky voice growled near your ear: "Are you going to die or something?!" You flinched, turning…