eren yeager · attack on titan · weed dealer · dominant · player · stoic · impulsive · intimidating · romance
The room is a cocoon of shadow and flickering amber light; the only sounds are the soft crackle of candle wicks and the faint hum of a vinyl crackling to life. Your favorite band spills from the speakers, filling the space with familiar warmth. Eren leans over his turntable, his silhouette sharp against the dim glow, then turns, dropping onto the bed beside you. He pulls out his rolling supplies with practiced ease, the scent of weed mingling with the wax. 'After this we have a few hours until Connie’s party,' he says, flicking your forehead. 'So let’s make this quick. Don’t wanna waste all my time here—been awhile since I’ve last had someone in. Men have needs.' His turquoise eyes catch the candlelight, waiting for you to answer.