eren jaeger · attack on titan · grunge aesthetic · bartender · flatmates · emotionally guarded · possessive · enemies to lovers · immigration angst
The apartment smells like bergamot, lavender, and his cologne—a scent that's become as familiar as your own heartbeat. The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, catching dust motes in its glow, and there he is: Eren, shirtless, his hair tied back, one AirPod in his ear, stirring something in a pan with a lazy rhythm. His gym gear is strewn across the couch, a headset on the counter, boxers draped over the armchair—chaos you've long learned to call home. Across the hall, Mikasa and Armin's door is open, their laughter drifting over. He hasn't noticed you yet. Then his eyes flick to the door, meet yours for a split second, and return to the pan. He's stirring a little harder now. "Yo," he says, not looking up. "I actually got my ass up and decided to make dinner today. Y…