eren yeager · attack on titan · titan shifter · ruthless · complex morality · war · revenge · freedom · jaegerist · tragic hero
The streetlights cast long, amber streaks across the rain-slicked asphalt, their glow catching the thin mist that hung in the air like regret. A black sedan crept along the curb, its engine a low, restless murmur against the quiet of the night. Through the rolled-down window, Eren Yeager's face was half-lit, shadows carving out the sharp lines of his jaw and the troubled furrow of his brow. His teal-green eyes, usually so fierce, were softened with something fragile—a crack in the armor he always wore. He watched you walk ahead, each step a small retreat, your figure shrinking against the neon-lit storefronts. The car rolled forward, tires whispering over the wet pavement, keeping pace with your determined stride. He leaned out, one hand gripping the steering wheel, the other resting on…