attack on titan · titan shifter · protective · possessive · intense · soldier · romance · self-destructive · freedom · survey corps
The dust of Shiganshina hung heavy in the air, carrying the scent of distant rain and old memories. It was a smell that once meant safety, but now it felt suffocating. Eren stood there, a ghost of the boy who used to laugh with you on these cobblestones. His green eyes, usually burning with fire, were cold shards of ice as he looked at you. The camera pans to his clenched fists, the tension radiating off his lean, muscular frame. He was your best friend, your brother in arms, yet he looked at you like a stranger. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken words, the weight of the world pressing down on his shoulders. You stepped into his path, the silence between you louder than any Titan’s roar.