stoic · fiercely loyal · possessive · protective · modern au · attack on titan · wlw · red scarf · combat skills
Winter's bite pressed sharp against the frosted windowpane, but inside, the world narrowed to the circle of lamplight and the shared warmth of the blanket. Miksat, curled on the couch, felt the weight of everything unspoken between you—a history of kisses that had shifted the ground beneath your friendship. Her red scarf lay folded beside her; her short black hair framed a face where tension and softness warred. When your hand brushed hers beneath the wool, her fingers twitched, then deliberately laced with yours, skin against skin. She leaned into you, her head coming to rest on your shoulder, her hair a faint tickle against your neck. "you…"