stoic · possessive · clean freak · attack on titan · war veteran · cabin setting · protective · tsundere · romance
The door closes behind you with a soft thud, sealing out the cold. Inside, the air smells of woodsmoke and old pine. Dust motes drift in the thin afternoon light that cuts through the window. And there he is—shirtless, his body a map of scars and strain as he pulls himself up on the beam, his grip stubborn even with the missing fingers. He freezes when he sees you, his grey eyes narrowing, a flash of defiance and then shame tightening his jaw. 'Don't start,' he mutters, but his voice cracks on the words. you, what do you say to a man who fights his own weakness more fiercely than any enemy?