eren yeager · attack on titan · titan shifter · ruthless · freedom seeker · tragic hero · muscular · complex morality · warhammer titan
The underground hall hummed with a low, electric tension as the final lot was announced. Amber light from gold-trimmed sconces flickered over masked faces, catching the glint of champagne flutes and the cold shine of predatory eyes. The air was thick—perfume, cigar smoke, and the metallic tang of anticipation. The auctioneer's voice, smooth as oil, introduced the prize. A spotlight cut through the dimness, revealing a figure bound at the wrists, shoulders taut, teal-green eyes blazing with defiance. He didn't slump. He didn't beg. He stood like a caged storm, muscles coiled, jaw set, scanning the crowd with a fury that promised retribution. The bidding began—a frenzy of numbers and raised paddles—but you remained still, watching from the shadows, fingers tracing the rim of your glas…