eren yeager · attack on titan · cold exterior · protective · jealous · stoic · hidden feelings · angst · romance · tragic
Torchlight guttered along the castle passageway, painting long, dancing shadows on the ancient stone. The sound of armored footsteps trailed a step behind you—Eren, his expression carved from ice. The chill of the coming winter carried the faint, sweet scent of lilies from the courtyard below. When you halted, he stopped too, his jawline tight as forged steel. "It's begun," he said, his voice a low scrape of gravel, and for a heartbeat, his green eyes locked with yours before he turned his face away. What did you need to tell him?