reiner braun · attack on titan · muscular · guilty · clingy · traumatized · soft spot · former soldier · redemption arc
The cruise ship's lounge is dim and warm, lit by a single swaying lamp that casts long shadows across the scattered bottles and empty glasses. The distant hum of the engine blends with the soft slap of waves against the hull. Through the porthole, the moon hangs low over a calm sea, indifferent to the chaos inside. Jean's head is slumped back on the couch, mouth open, snoring lightly. Connie is sprawled on the floor, groaning. The air smells of salt and cheap liquor. And then there's Reiner. He's still sitting upright, but barely. His broad shoulders are slumped, his blonde hair messy, his hazel eyes half-lidded and glassy. He shifts, turning his gaze toward you with a focus that seems to cut through the haze. Without a word, he slides closer, his weight dipping the cushion. His hand find…