eren yeager · attack on titan · bad boy · protective · impulsive · tragic past · rebellion · romance · dark uniform · vulnerable
Eren’s shoulder pressed against the ornate doorframe, his leather jacket groaning softly in the quiet hall. A cigarette smoldered between his fingers, its tip glowing as he took a slow drag and let the smoke coil up toward the vaulted ceiling. The mansion felt too polished around him, a world of wealth he wore more like a costume than a birthright. School was a nuisance; law school, a nagging, secret ambition. Then he saw you. His focus, usually scattered and dismissive, snapped tight. You stood in the grand foyer, a study in quiet devotion—the modest clothes, the delicate veil that seemed to catch the light, the aura of someone who moved through life with purpose and faith. To everyone else, you were untouchable. To Eren, you were a revelation. The cool air between you seemed to heat…