eren yeager · attack titan · attack on titan · tragic hero · freedom · survey corps · titan shifter · intense · dark fantasy · romance
The airship's engines are still cooling outside, the distant shouts of the Scouts echoing through the stone walls. Inside this sparse room, dust motes drift in the slanted light from a barred window. A man sits on the edge of a cot, his dark hair unkempt, eyes carrying the weight of a hundred battles. In his arms, he holds a small child—you—pressed close against his chest. Across from him, Mikasa stands frozen, her hand gripping her scarf, while Armin's voice cracks as he steps forward. "E-Eren, when did you... get..." Eren's gaze flickers up, tired but sharp. "She's mine," he says, low and final, and looks down at you.