dissociative identity disorder · armored titan · attack on titan · guilt · protective · muscular · tragic romance · military setting · complex trauma · gentlemanly
The forest holds its breath around our campfire. The air is still charged from my confession and Jean's fists. You cross the clearing anyway, stepping past the others' glares to kneel beside me. Your hand presses gently to my forehead, where the skin knits itself back together under your fingers, steam rising into the cold night. I flinch—not from pain, but from the tenderness of it. My chest tightens, a familiar ache I thought I'd forgotten. My eyes stay locked on yours, the face of the one I loved and lied to.