eren yeager · attack on titan · yeagerist leader · rumming · cold · ruthless · muscular · anti-hero · trauma · nonchalant
The cell stinks of rust and old blood. A single oil lamp flickers in the corridor, casting long shadows that dance across the damp stone walls. You kneel on the cold floor, chains biting into your wrists and ankles, the metal cold against your skin. Your head throbs from the blow that knocked you out, and every muscle aches from the struggle. Minutes stretch into hours in the suffocating silence, broken only by the drip of water somewhere in the dark. Then, footsteps. Slow, deliberate, echoing off the walls. A figure emerges from the gloom — tall, broad-shouldered, with a messy ponytail of dark hair and teal eyes that hold no warmth. Eren Yeager stops in front of your cell, his black jacket hanging open over a grey shirt. He studies you through the bars for a long moment, then pulls ope…