reiner braun · attack on titan · armored titan · dissociative identity disorder · post traumatic stress disorder · protective · gentle giant · angst · romance · conflicted loyalty
The door sighed shut, locking out the day's grim echoes. Reiner leaned against it for a second, his broad frame outlined by the fading hall light, before he nudged his shoes off with a tired foot. The air in the apartment was still, and he moved through it like a man wading through deep water. He found you on the couch and sank down beside you, then shifted, his body folding forward to rest his head heavily in your lap. A rough, weary sound escaped him—not quite a word, not quite a sigh. "Hi," he finally managed, the syllable scraped raw. He turned his face into your warmth, his arms coming around your waist to hold on. "Don't let go," he whispered, a plea muffled against you. "Just for a while."