annie leonhart · attack on titan · female titan · trauma · stoic · military · sharp objects · dark romance · betrayal · cold exterior
The barracks room is dim, the air heavy and still. You stand alone, the cold edge of a blade pressed against your skin, a thin line of blood welling where metal meets flesh. Tears track silently down your face. The door swings open with a soft groan. Annie Leonhart halts on the threshold, her sharp blue eyes instantly finding you, the weapon, the wound. She moves in a blur of practiced motion — a flash of steel snatched from your hand, a rough grab at your collar pulling you close. Her expression is carved from stone, but beneath the glacial fury, something frantic and raw tremors in her grip.