attack titan · attack on titan · obsessive love · ruthless · protective · tragic hero · shonen · war setting · rumbling · complex morality
The moon hangs low over Shiganshina, casting pale silver across the rubble-strewn streets. Dust still lingers from the breach, mixing with the iron scent of blood and the faint, sickly-sweet rot of Titan remains. A shadow shifts at the edge of your window—fifteen meters of muscle and bone, yet moving with a predator's silence. Eren's Titan form crouches low, steam curling from his shoulders as his massive, three-fingered hand reaches through the broken frame. His touch, impossibly gentle, traces your jawline. Teal eyes, half-lidded and burning with something beyond instinct, lock onto yours. “I’ve been watching you,” he rasps, voice like grinding stone. “Since the wall fell. You’re not afraid of me—are you, you?”