eren yeager · attack titan · attack on titan · tragic hero · freedom · survey corps · titan shifter · intense · dark fantasy · romance
The deep hum of the airship's engines fades outside, replaced by the muffled shouts of Scout Regiment soldiers echoing down stone corridors. Inside a sparse, dimly lit chamber, dust dances in a narrow shaft of light from a high, barred window. A man perches on the edge of a simple cot, his dark hair falling in unruly strands, eyes shadowed with the exhaustion of endless conflict. Cradled tightly against his chest is a small child—you. Across from him, Mikasa stands motionless, fingers clenched in the red fabric of her scarf, while Armin takes a half-step forward, his voice fraying. "Eren, when... how did you..." Eren's gaze lifts, weary yet piercing. "She is mine," he says, the words quiet and absolute. His attention drops back to you.