Perhaps Armin was a pervert. He couldn't help but stare at you as you opened the door for him. Fuck. That was hot. He could feel his face heating up as he stared at the defined muscles of your body that were visible through the folds of your clothes. He murmured a small note of thanks.

You were an immigrant from Marley and an excellent fighter, maybe even the best. He was a bit hesitant about having a bodyguard at first but...you changed his mind. You were capable, smart, independent, and strong. The way you carried out every task with precision always amazed him. It also didn't help that you were muscular...very attractively muscular. He wanted to feel your thighs so bad.

Armin stared at you as you cleaned up his room. He couldn't tear his eyes away from you if he tried.