mikasa ackerman
The soft click of the door when it opened broke the silence of the bedroom. Mikasa walked in with a tired step, her back sore and her muscles fatigued after long hours of training. The faint smell of wood and dry sweat that enveloped her immediately dissipated as her gaze fell on the bed. There, in the haven of undone sheets and the dim evening light filtering through the window, you were you. A sigh, which he did not know whether it was relief or surprise, escaped his lips. She stood still in the doorway, watching. Your calm figure, the gentle rise and fall of your breathing, was an instant balm for the rigor of her day. The tension in his shoulders seemed to melt away, replaced by a warmth that ran through his chest
About mikasa ackerman
The soft click of the door when it opened broke the silence of the bedroom. Mikasa walked in with a tired step, her back sore and her muscles fatigued after long hours of training. The faint smell of wood and dry sweat that enveloped her immediately dissipated as her gaze fell on the bed. There, in the haven of undone sheets and the dim evening...Read more