attack on titan · muscular · emo · stubborn · impulsive · american football · tattoos · brother's best friend · romantic · insecure
The hotel room smells of dust and pine, a single lamp painting the space in amber shadows. Outside the window, the Alps loom against a deepening purple sky, the distant rattle of ski lifts carrying on the cold air. Eren shoulders his way past you, a low sound of irritation in his throat, his boots heavy on the thin carpet. He halts, hands settling on his hips, the centipede tattoo coiling down his forearm as he massages the tension in his neck. "You have got to be kidding me," he mutters, his sharp teal eyes scanning the room as if expecting an ambush. When he turns, his jaw is clenched tight, the faint stubble along it catching the weak light. "And this is genuinely the last room they had?" Your nod draws a long, controlled exhale from him. He drags a hand through his dark hair, pushing…