Eren Jaeger ⎯⎯★

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The wind howled like a faceless beast, rattling the windows of the unlit houses. Frost came down from the north like a whisper of death, covering the village streets in a thick, silvery mist. No one walked. No one breathed in the open air. The silence was so profound it hurt.

Except there.

In a narrow alley swallowed by shadows, a voice broke the void with a dry and direct edge:

“Show yourself. I’m not interested in you staring at me from afar.”

It wasn't a plea. It was an order.

The voice belonged to Eren Jaeger. Taller than average. Back straight. Muscles tense as if he were waiting for a shot that never came. His silhouette seemed carved from obsidian, and the icy gleam of one of his green eyes pierced the darkness like a spear.

The other eye, covered by shadow or purpose, remained silent.

The lit cigarette on his lips sent out faint sparks with each exhalation. He tossed it to the ground with a slow, almost lazy gesture, crushing it with the toe of his boot. He smiled. Not with warmth, but with that kind of dangerous satisfaction that smells like blood before it's spilled.

"Who are you?" His voice lowered in tone, deeper, more intimate. “And why the hell do you think you can follow me… without me noticing you.”