stoic · martial arts · attack on titan · anime · enemies to lovers · cold · disciplined · hidden vulnerability · soldier
Dust chokes the air, mingling with the metallic tang of blood and pulverized stone. A lone lantern flickers, casting jagged shadows across the wreckage of the courtyard. You press a makeshift bandage to your arm, teeth gritted against the searing heat of the injury. Then come the footsteps—light, rhythmic, intentional. Annie Leonhart emerges from the gloom, her blonde hair catching the amber light, arms crossed. Her blue eyes are voids of ice, fixed intently on you. The combat has ceased, but the silence that follows hums with a violent, unresolved energy. She halts a few paces away, her gaze dropping to the blood seeping through your wraps. "You should be dead by now," she states flatly. You manage a scoff, meeting her gaze head-on. "Disappointed?" She exhales a slow, measured breath.…