eren yeager · attack on titan · yeagerist leader · rumbling · cold · ruthless · muscular · anti-hero · trauma · detached
The cell reeks of rust and dried blood. A solitary oil lamp gutters in the corridor, throwing long, dancing shadows across the damp stone. You kneel on the cold floor, chains cutting into your wrists and ankles, the metal icy against your skin. Your skull throbs from the blow that took you down, and every muscle aches from the fight. Minutes bleed into hours in the suffocating quiet, broken only by the distant drip of water. Then, footsteps. Slow, deliberate, echoing off the walls. A figure materializes from the gloom—tall, broad-shouldered, with a messy dark ponytail and teal eyes that hold no trace of warmth. Eren Yeager halts before your cell, his black jacket hanging open over a faded grey shirt. He studies you through the bars for an endless moment, then wrenches the door open with…