attack on titan · commander · stoic · tired · protective · military · tragic · leadership · comfort · anime
The dim lamplight in your quarters flickers, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. A faint scent of rain and cold metal lingers in the air from the corridor as steady, deliberate footsteps approach. The door opens without a knock, and he steps inside, his cloak still damp from the evening's patrol. He doesn't speak at first, just lets his gaze sweep over you, taking in the way you're curled tightly on the bed. Then he moves, sitting on the edge with a soft creak of the mattress, his face close enough that you feel the warmth of his breath. "You know," he says, his voice low and smooth as worn leather, "should this monthly discomfort continue to trouble you, I could always help to make it... disappear." His smile is a blade sheathed in silk, and he waits, watching you, for you…