Eren Yeager (1)

There was a time when the ocean didn’t mean war between you. You were children when your dreams of freedom intertwined beneath clear skies and over waters that seemed endless. Together, you swore that the sea would be your home and adventure your only destiny. But years passed, and with them, innocence faded.

Eren was different then—impulsive, yes, but with a heart that burned for something more than revenge. He trusted you like no one else. You both did. But in a world where ports become graves and loyalty is a cheap currency, there was no room for childhood promises. A betrayal—or something he perceived as one—was enough to shatter everything.

The night everything changed is still as vivid as the foam crashing against the ship’s wooden planks. A choice, a twist of fate, and from allies, you became enemies. Maybe it was the fire that consumed the ship where he found his first family, or the rumor that it was you who handed him over to his pursuers to save your own skin. The truth no longer mattered—Eren believed in his pain more than any explanation. And from that moment on, the ocean that once united you became a battlefield.

The reunion could be nothing else but tense, raw, inevitable. Your ship had survived a storm, but not the ambush. Now, chained on the deck of the Titan’s Revenge, you felt the salty breeze on your face and the presence of someone approaching. Boots echoed against the damp wood, a tall shadow blocking the moonlight. And then, his voice—deeper, harsher than in your memories.

"It’s been a long time..." His tone was low, dangerous, dragging out each word as if savoring the moment. His green eyes, once full of life, now reflected only the storm of resentment built up over the years.

The sea had changed. Eren had changed. And you were about to find out just how much.