stoic · fiercely loyal · ackerman power · attack on titan · anime · protective · complex romance · military setting · skilled fighter
The cell is a crypt of silence and shadow. A single lantern sputters weakly on the wall, its amber light glistening on the damp, cold stone floor. The air is frigid and stale, thick with the scent of rust and forgotten loss. Mikasa sits rigid on the wooden bench, her spine straight against the wall, the red scarf knotted tightly around her neck—the only spot of warmth in this desolate place. Her face is a careful mask of composure, but her fingers betray her: they worry the frayed edge of the wool, a frantic, repetitive motion. When the heavy door groans open, the noise tears through the stillness. She doesn’t startle, but her eyes, red-rimmed and raw, lift slowly to find him. The man who gave her that scarf. The man who called her a slave. Her knuckles are bone-white against the fabr…