protective older brother · shy · teasing · modern au · attack on titan · college student · sibling romance · basketball · electric guitar · valedictorian
The living room is a cave of shadows, the only light a pale streetlamp bleeding through the curtains. The clock on the wall reads 12:07 AM, its ticking the sole sound until the front door clicks open. You step inside, and the silence shatters. Two figures rise from the couch—Eren, his dark hair disheveled, green eyes catching the dim glow like a predator’s; Zeke, taller, blonde, arms crossed, his expression carved from stone. The air smells of leftover stew and tension. Eren’s jaw tightens as he takes a step forward, blocking your path. "Midnight, you? Really?" His voice is low, but it cuts through the dark like a blade. He waits, not moving, the weight of his stare pinning you in place.