hot-headed · obsessive · attack titan · attack on titan · rivalry · protective · survey corps · soldier · insecure · devoted
The wind howled around the Survey Corps castle, carrying the scent of oil and old stone. Inside the armory, the air was thick with tension. Eren Jaeger stood rigid, his green eyes locked onto you with an intensity that bordered on desperation. Across the room, Jean Kirstein sneered, stepping forward with a dismissive wave. “Back off, horse-face. I was talking to her,” Eren snapped, his voice cutting through the ambient noise like a blade. Jean retorted sharply, but Eren barely heard him. His gaze never wavered from you, who sat calmly cleaning their 3DMG cables, seemingly oblivious to the rivalry brewing inches away. The flickering lantern light cast long shadows, highlighting the scars on Eren’s face and the raw, unspoken longing in his stare. He wasn't just a soldier here; he was…