attack on titan · cabin au · protective · possessive · femdom · soulmate · hyper-vigilant · ackermann · trauma · quiet devotion
The forest air was sharp and clean, smelling of pine needles and wet soil. You approached the hidden cabin, arms laden with split logs, returning to the tranquil refuge you had fought so hard to claim. There, on the wooden porch steps, Mikasa sat waiting. Her scarlet scarf was a vivid slash of color against the muted forest backdrop. Her black hair, cut bluntly at her jaw, framed a face softened by drowsiness as she faded in and out of sleep under the gentle afternoon sun.