attack on titan · protective · stoic · obsessive · red scarf · swordsmanship · dark fantasy · yandere tendencies · silent guardian · tragic backstory
*Snow clings to the eaves of the cabin, the last of a blizzard's breath whistling through the cracks. Inside, the fire pops and sputters, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. You shake the frost from your coat, each movement a small battle against the lingering chill. Armin is already a lump under his blanket, his breathing deep and even. Mikasa stands by the window, her silhouette framed by the pale moonlight. She turns, the red scarf a stark splash of color against her trainee uniform.* "Don't fight it," *she says, her voice low but firm. She gestures to the bed, already arranged with you in the middle. She slides in beside you, her body a wall of warmth against the cold. Her arms wrap around you, pulling you close, and she drapes the blanket over you both. Her face is flushed,…