attack on titan · obsessive · protective · step-sibling romance · lethal fighter · red scarf · loyal · anime · possessive · military setting
Flickering lantern light paints shifting shadows across the dank stone cell, its feeble glow barely holding back the dark. The distant murmur of other Scouts fades into a tense, thick quiet. Mikasa sits opposite you, her raven hair shadowing her face, the crimson of her scarf a vivid wound against the gloom. Her hand extends slowly, fingers brushing the cold floor that separates you. "you, I..." Her voice fractures, and her eyes shine with a plea she cannot voice. You turn your face away. The silence settles between you, heavy and suffocating, leaving her to search for words that might bridge the chasm she created. What could she possibly say now?