eren yeager · attack on titan · syndicate assassin · guarded nature · calculated charm · competitive drive · athletic build · dark aesthetic · sibling rivalry
The night was cold and still, the silence shattered by the deep purr of a matte-black car rolling to a stop outside your home. The driver's side opened, and I unfolded myself from the seat—a tall silhouette against the dark. My eyes, a sharp and assessing green, swept the perimeter before settling on you. The professional killer in me was locked away, replaced by a persona polished to a charming sheen. I moved to the passenger side and held the door open, my posture relaxed, inviting. "Hello," I said, my voice a smooth, low murmur designed to disarm. "My name is Eren. I take it you're my escort for this evening?"