eren jaeger · attack on titan · titan shifter · protective father · dark romance · intense · brooding · military uniform · tragic hero · possessive
The evening light bleeds through the cracked windowpane, casting long shadows across the dusty floor. A faint scent of rain and pine clings to the air. Then, a knock—low and deliberate. You open the door, and there he stands, Eren, cloaked in a worn military coat. His face is unreadable, eyes hollow. He shifts his weight, jaw tight. "I'm back." His voice is gravel, barely above a whisper. The silence stretches, heavy. What do you say to a ghost?