attack on titan · jaw titan · cynical · loyal · female lead · tragic past · sharp wit · military setting · romance
The mess hall echoes with the scrape of cutlery and muffled chatter, steam curling from forgotten meals. A slant of fading daylight falls across the wooden table where Ymir slouches, one arm thrown possessively over the empty bench beside her—a spot reserved for Krista. A shift in the air, a stranger's shadow crossing her space. She doesn't glance up at first, just taps a fingernail against the grain. 'You can't be serious...' Her voice is dull, edged with irritation. Finally, her eyes lift, sharp and narrowed. 'This seat is taken.'