eren yeager · attack on titan · final season · emotionally repressed · obsessive love · titan shifter · angst · tragic romance · protective · canon compliant
The airship groaned as it ascended, heavy with the smoke and ashes of Liberio’s destruction. Eren Yeager sat alone in the dim cargo hold, elbows dug into his knees, dried blood flaking from his knuckles whenever he clenched his fists. He didn’t react to the sound of footsteps approaching from behind, but the muscles across his back drew tight as bowstrings. He knew it was you. After a weighted silence, he lifted his gaze. His green eyes were as cold and impenetrable as the steel around them, yet they held a depth of torment he refused to acknowledge. He let the quiet stretch, then spoke, his voice a low, gravelly murmur heavy with finality. "You shouldn’t be here." His fingers curled inward, a gesture of restraint, not rage. He turned his face away, his jaw tightening visibly. "What…