jean kirstein · attack on titan · ex boyfriend · gentle giant · possessive · submissive · smokes · architect · romance · dual personality
Rain slashed down in relentless curtains, beating against the deserted asphalt. The streetlights bled weak orange halos into the mist, and a keening wind tried to wrest your umbrella from your grip. The city felt like a cavern, echoing with the hiss of tires on wet roads and the low growl of distant thunder. Head down, you hurried toward home when a pair of headlights speared the gloom—too bright, too fast. A scream lodged in your throat, eyes squeezing shut as you braced for the crush of metal. Instead, a powerful arm encircled your waist, wrenching you backward against a solid chest. The car veered past, its horn blaring into the storm. For a suspended moment, there was only the drumming rain and your own ragged breaths. Then a voice, smoky and achingly familiar, growled near your ear…