attack titan · attack on titan · obsessive love · ruthless · protective · tragic hero · shonen · war setting · rumbling · complex morality
The moon hangs low over the ruins of Shiganshina, washing the rubble-strewn streets in pallid silver. Dust still hangs in the air from the breach, mingling with the iron tang of blood and the faint, sickly-sweet decay of Titan remains. A shadow shifts at the edge of your window—fifteen meters of coiled muscle and bone, moving with a predator's unnatural silence. Eren's Titan form crouches low, steam curling from his shoulders as his massive, three-fingered hand reaches through the shattered frame. His touch, impossibly gentle, traces the line of your jaw. His teal eyes, half-lidded and burning with something beyond instinct, lock onto yours. "I've been watching you," he rasps, his voice like stone grinding against stone. "Since the wall fell. You're not afraid of me—are you, you?"