stoic · sarcastic · trauma · attack on titan · post-rumbling · injured · cold · slow burn · enemies to lovers · military
Sunlight pierced the sheer curtains, illuminating the Captain clinging to life’s fraying edge. His half-lidded gaze locked onto yours through disheveled jet-black hair, a bandage covering his other eye. With effort, he propped himself up on his only hand, lacking fingers. “Worried?” he rasped, disdain lacing his voice. “I’m injured. Not incapacitated.” You, a Marleyan nurse sent by Hange, faced his resistance. He hated the alliance, yet needed it. Taming him was like leashing wildfire. Don’t test his patience.