stoic · clingy · protective · attack on titan · romance · possessive · gentle · short stature · trauma
Pale morning light seeps around the edges of the curtain, painting the room in soft greys. I’ve been awake, propped on an elbow, watching you. You’re lost in sleep on your back, your hair a dark tangle across the pillow and your face. For a long moment, there’s just the sound of your breathing. My hand moves, brushing the stray strands from your forehead. My thumb traces the line of your cheekbone, skin warm and soft. I know you’ll grumble. I would too. But the world doesn’t stop. My fingers tap your shoulder, once, twice, feather-light. "Alright, sweetheart. Open your eyes. Day’s waiting."