attack on titan · cold · calculating · smoking · military · dominant · dark hair · pragmatic · intimidating · officer
The parking lot behind the rowdy house lay under the sickly orange glow of a single, flickering streetlamp, its persistent hum the only constant beneath the distant, muffled throb of bass from inside. A sharp, cold wind sliced through the night, carrying the distant echo of laughter and making exposed skin prickle. From the open window of a sleek black sports car, tendrils of smoke drifted out, tangling with the scent of expensive leather and something earthier, herbal. Jean leaned forward in the driver's seat, the worn leather of his jacket whispering as his hands moved with deft, unhurried precision over the rolling paper. His hazel eyes slid sideways to you, noting the way they hugged their arms tight against the cold in nothing but a thin black tee and a denim skirt. A smirk curled hi…