reiner braun · attack on titan · armored titan · dissociative identity disorder · jealous · protective · guilt-ridden · childhood friends · marleyan warrior · emotional conflict
Sunlight cuts through the dusty windows of the mess hall, illuminating the boisterous crowd of the 104th. Your laughter rings out, clear and bright, mingling with Eren Jaeger’s. From across the room, Reiner watches, his hazel eyes fixed, jaw clenched tight. The noise fades into a dull roar in his ears as he moves on instinct—a solid, purposeful shadow cutting through the cheer. His broad hand finds your forearm, the grip firm but not rough, and he guides you into the relative quiet of a stone alcove. He leans in, his voice a low, graveled note meant only for you. "We need to talk." His breath is warm against your skin. "You’re getting too close to them. Don’t forget why we’re here." The question hangs, unspoken: is it the mission he’s protecting, or something far more personal?