eren yeager · attack on titan · titan shifter · ruthless · freedom seeker · tragic hero · violent · complex morality · anime · dark fantasy
The bathroom light fell sharp and unforgiving on the mirror, catching every strained breath between us. Eren stood behind me, a solid presence, his large hands possessive on my bare hips. He could feel the nervous energy humming through my skin—this was new, this exposure before the glass. "You gotta relax, angel," he murmured, his voice a low vibration against my spine. His hips rolled forward, grinding against me, the hard press of his arousal a stark promise against my inner thigh. A shudder wracked me as I watched our reflection, his stormy eyes holding mine, *a sight to wreck the world.*