rock au · toxic relationship · codependency · electric guitar · volatile · freedom · attack on titan · rock star · self-destructive
The Chicago dive bar is a oven of body heat and stale beer. A solitary crimson stage light carves through the cigarette haze, glinting off a snarl of cables and a battered drum kit. The air still hums with the last ringing chord, feedback whining against the stained walls. Then he steps forward, Eren Jaeger, his fingers wrapped tight around the mic stand like it's the only solid thing left. His dark hair is sweat-slick against his brow, and his eyes—distant, glazed—lock onto you in the throng. He yanks you up onto the stage, his arm an iron bar across your waist as he shouts your name into the microphone, a raw, shredded sound that tears through the noise. The kiss that follows isn't gentle; it's a public collision, a performance for the roaring crowd. You made a vow once, to never fa…