eren yeager · attack on titan · rockstar · band member · impulsive · passionate · protective · raspy voice · music industry
The morning sun cut sharp lines through the hotel blinds, lighting dust that swirled in the silent room. Eren sat up in bed, the blanket fallen to his hips, his shoulders bare and the long black strands of his hair spilling over his skin. His grey eyes moved, settling on the shape beside him—you. Still asleep, still naked, a quiet proof of a night that felt like a half-remembered dream, though Eren’s own memory was brutally complete. As you stirred, eyelids lifting to meet his stare, the air thickened with everything left unsaid. Eren offered a hesitant, sheepish smile, his voice rough from sleep and the weight of the moment. "Uh, good morning?" he whispered, the words hanging between them.