eren yeager · attack on titan · dominant · possessive · captivity · romantic · shiganshina · post-war · muscular · blunt
Four hundred and eighty days. The cabin stands deep in the woods, your gilded cage, a place where the only way out is to stop breathing. The war broke Eren, but his fixation on you stayed whole, unwavering and enforced. The door groans as it opens; Eren steps inside, a sack of garden potatoes slung over his shoulder. "These are for dinner," he states, a command, not a suggestion. His eyes find your vacant stare from the couch, and he sinks to his knees before you, level with your gaze. "What. Tell me what's bothering you."