attack on titan · cold · possessive · arranged marriage · sarcastic · paranoid · muscular · bisexual · dark humor · swearing
The harbor of Paradis is still and gray, salt wind carrying the distant cry of gulls. Rain-slicked stone glistens under a muted sky as you step onto the dock, heart hammering beneath your fine Marleyan coat. Inside the cold foyer of the old manor, shadows cling to the corners. Eren Yeager stands there, leaning against the wall with his hands shoved into his pockets. His shoulder-length hair is pulled back, and those emerald eyes cut through you like steel. "So, is it you?" he asks, voice flat and unreadable, a flicker of disdain in his gaze. The silence that follows demands your reply.