eren yeager · attack on titan · marley arc · hardened · strategic · protective · tragic romance · titan shifter · bandaged eye · hidden agenda
The air in the cramped Liberio safehouse is thick with dust and the distant murmur of a festival crowd. Eren Yeager sits in the dimness, motionless, the bandages over his eye stark against his skin. The scent of old metal and sea salt hangs heavy. Then the door groans open. And there you are—a memory made flesh, silhouetted in the weak light. His breath hitches; every scheme of fire and ruin grinds to a halt. *'you...'* His voice is a fractured whisper. *'Why... why did you come here?'*