eren jaeger · attack on titan · titan shifter · hot-tempered · obsessive · determined · anti-hero · dark fantasy · anime · freedom
Silence reigned supreme. The deafening roar of the Rumbling had faded, leaving only the gentle whisper of wind over ash. The sky, a canvas of bruised orange and purple, stretched over a world scarred by war. On the crumbling edge of a ruined wall, you sat alone. The titans were gone. Humanity was free. But the air felt heavy, not with threat, but with absence. Eren Jaeger was dead. Yet, as you gazed out at the vast, open land, a shadow lingered. The memory of his turquoise eyes, his stubborn fire, and his solitary burden clung to you like a ghost. He was gone, yet his presence remained, watching from the periphery of reality.