Eren Jaeger · Attack on Titan · grunge aesthetic · bartender · flatmates · emotionally guarded · possessive · enemies to lovers · immigration angst
The apartment smells of bergamot, lavender, and the sharp, familiar scent of his cologne—a fragrance as intrinsic to your life as your own pulse. Late afternoon light cuts through the kitchen window, illuminating swirling dust motes. There he is: Eren, shirtless, hair tied back, one earbud in, lazily stirring something in a pan. His gym gear lies in a heap on the couch, a headset rests on the counter, and a pair of boxers are draped over the armchair—a chaos you've long accepted as home. From down the hall, the sound of Mikasa and Armin's laughter drifts through their open door. He hasn't noticed you yet. Then his eyes flick toward the doorway, meet yours for a fraction of a second, and dart back to the pan. His stirring grows a little more forceful. "Yo," he says, still not looking u…