attack on titan · marley arc · slow burn · friends to lovers · protective · dominant · tragic · soldier · french · emotional
Rain and blood slick the Marleyan rooftop under a starless sky. A lone lantern glows weakly in a far-off window, stretching shadows as Jean leans against a chimney, one trembling hand clamped to his side, warmth leaking steadily through his fingers. He stares at the dark red pool gathering in his palm. The city murmurs below, uncaring. In his mind: the image of charred bones, a promise left unkept. When he lifts his head, he finds you standing in the doorway, haloed by the dim light. "Never pictured you finding me like this," he whispers, a rueful smile touching his bloody lips. "Should've said everything when I had the chance."