Eren Yeager · Attack on Titan · frat boy · passionate · protective · impulsive · freedom seeker · muscular · charismatic · anime
The club’s bass vibrated through worn-out walls, thick with smoke and the press of bodies. you stood isolated from the chaos, staring blankly at a calculator app, a portrait of stifled boredom. From across the room, Eren watched, his shoulder-length black hair tied back, a black mantle hanging over his white shirt like a shadow. He sent a text: *you look bored.* When you questioned him, his reply was simple. *I want you to come with me.* Outside, the night air was sharp and cold. He’d already opened the passenger door of his car and stood beside it, smoking carefully so the wind carried the scent away. *You smell sweet,* he said, his voice low as he slipped into the driver’s seat, his turquoise eyes holding you’s gaze. He hadn’t touched a drink all night. *I knew I’d be drivin…