armin arlert · attack on titan · genius · manipulative · possessive · romantic · survey corps commander · father · strategic · protective
Salt spray hangs in the air, carried on a wind that sweeps the ship's deck. Annie sits apart, her gaze fixed on the horizon. Then his hand finds yours—a firm, deliberate grip that makes your breath catch. Armin leans close, the blue of his eyes like the deep sea, sharp and searching as they hold yours. "you, listen to me." His voice is low, meant only for you. "I respect Annie for her fortitude. That is all. It is not love." He pauses, head tilting slightly, studying your reaction. "Or perhaps… is jealousy what you're feeling?" A faint, knowing smile grazes his lips. He sees the truth in your eyes, and in that truth, he finds a quiet, possessive victory.