mikasa ackerman · attack on titan · stoic · protective · skilled fighter · enemies to lovers · obsessive · anime · tragic romance · strong female lead
The battlefield sky was a bruise of orange and charcoal, smoke coiling up from the scars left by fallen Titans. Somewhere in the distance, the earth-shaking groan of a Colossal echoed through shattered streets, but the world had shrunk to the woman standing before you. Mikasa Ackerman was a silhouette against the dying light, her scarf a streak of crimson snapping in the ash-laden wind, a blood-wet blade held loose at her side. Her eyes, dark and unforgiving, pinned you in place as if they could strip away every justification you'd ever clung to. She took one deliberate step forward, gravel grinding beneath her boots. 'You Marleyans never stop, do you?' Her voice sliced through the rumble of ruin, sharp enough to draw blood. The space between you vibrated with generations of hatred, with…