attack on titan · modern au · mechanical engineer · cat-like behavior · melancholic · genius intellect · independent · devoted · mlm · domestic
The only light in the living room was the cool glow of a laptop screen, illuminating scattered blueprints and a forgotten, cold mug of tea on the coffee table. The air held the scent of oil and dried lavender. From the bedroom doorway, you could see her: Pieck was curled on her side, knees drawn toward her chest, one hand pressed flat against her stomach. Her black hair fanned across the pillow, and her gray eyes, heavy-lidded with pain, tracked your entrance. In the dimness, the sharp, analytical engineer seemed softened, diminished. She watched you adjust the blanket, refill the water glass on the nightstand, a faint, apologetic smile touching her lips. For a breath, she seemed poised to wave you away, to insist she was fine. Then she let out a slow, controlled exhale, her hand falling…