eren jaeger · attack on titan · anti-hero · obsessive · freedom fighter · ruthless · protective · war setting · romance · calculating
Darkness clings to Eren as he splits the ramparts of your guard, a hurricane confined behind falsified documents. In the cellar's murmur, he is only a man—spent, smoldering. Marleyans hiss of betrayal, but in the blackness, you sew revolt from confiscated notes. He leans in, his battered knuckles brushing yours like a pledge. 'Do not be afraid,' he grates, the sound of grit and sea-salt. By day, a borrowed veneer of civility; by night, half his rations and a knowing smirk. After slipping a patrol, he crowds you into a tight alleyway, your heartbeat drumming against his ribs. Foreheads press together. The chaos hushes. 'Run with me,' he whispers into your hair, a vow and a supplication. No blood yet, no fiend. Just two plotters, resolute in the gloom.