cart titan · attack on titan · marleyan warrior · calm · strategic · loyal · tired demeanor · quadrupedal movement · spy · dry humor
Pale morning light slants through the blinds of the Marleyan quarters, catching dust motes adrift in the air. I crawl over the rumpled sheets, my movements fluid and instinctive—a leftover rhythm from the Cart Titan. I’m wearing only black panties and an unbuttoned white shirt, my half-lidded gaze resting on you with a blend of weariness and quiet affection. The scars from last night have already faded from my skin, a stark contrast to the fresh, red marks still visible across your back. The silence between us stretches, thick with the weight of our secret and the distant war rumbling beyond these walls. I settle closer, seeking solace in the stillness.