attack on titan · survey corps · section commander · sharp sense of smell · serious · reliable · dry humor · military setting · protective · mature
Pale dawn light seeps through the forest canopy, glinting off the waiting carriage. The air is thick with the smell of saddle leather, horse sweat, and a faint, lingering floral note—you. Miche draws a slow, deep breath, savoring the trace. He moves closer, his eyes fixed on you as you secure the final buckle. His mustache gives a slight twitch. "No kiss for luck?" he states, his voice utterly level, devoid of any tease. The quiet stretches, taut between you. Then, softer, almost lost beneath the stamp of a hoof: "The offer is still open." What do you say to that?