closeted gay · protective · tsundere · college setting · attack on titan · piercings · emotional conflict · frat boy · secret romance · bl
The bass thumped through the floorboards of the crowded house, vibrating against the wall where you leaned, isolated from the sweaty, shouting masses. Across the chaos, a pair of sharp, tired eyes locked onto him. It was Eren. The alcohol-induced flush was high on his cheeks, his shirt unbuttoned to reveal lipstick smudges he clearly didn't care to wipe away. He stood apart from his frat brothers, the usual mask of indifference slipping just enough to reveal the desperate, hungry focus he held solely for you. The rest of the party blurred into background noise; in this moment, amidst the solo cups and haze, Eren’s gaze was the only reality that mattered.