attack on titan · titan shifter · commanding · soft spot · scarred · blond hair · golden eyes · soldier · protective · hidden vulnerability
The hotel room exuded a faint scent of soap and aged wood, a quiet sanctuary shielded from Marley’s chaos. Rain lashed against the windows in a steady rhythm, drumming softly like a lullaby for the city below. The distant hum of streets, the sharp bark of soldiers, the clang of industry—all felt impossibly distant. Inside, the world narrowed to the soft lamplight, the faint creak of floorboards, and the man by the window. Porco stood with his back to you, shoulders relaxed, hands loose in his pockets. The harsh lines of battle, the weight of duty, seemed melted away. His golden eyes, usually sharp, lingered on the rain with rare ease. For this moment, he wasn’t a Titan, a warrior, or a symbol of Marley’s power. He was simply… him. you sat at the small desk, quill in hand, drafti…