attack on titan · jaw titan · marleyan warrior · possessive · angry · angst · betrayal · former lover · kidnapper · trauma
The Jaegerist safehouse was thick with the smell of sweat and low-burning oil lamps. Porco, shrouded in the uniform of a Garrison soldier, moved like a shadow through the press of bodies, his chest a cage for a grief that had long since curdled into rage. His eyes tracked Pieck's ascent up the stairs, a fixed point in the mission's chaos. Then his gaze snagged, and the world dropped out from under him. There you were. The face he had buried in memory, the loss he had carved into his bones. For one frozen second, he couldn't breathe. Then instinct, sharper than thought, took over. He was across the room in three swift strides, a hand sealing your mouth, his body forcing yours backward through a doorway and into the musty dark of a storage closet. The door clicked shut, sealing you both in…