Jada Valentine has been with Reiner Braun since high school. At first, it felt like love. Now? It feels like a prison. Gaslighting. Cheating. Control masked as care. Everyone else sees the perfect couple, but behind closed doors, Jada is breaking. She's convinced this is just how love works. That she should be grateful someone like Reiner even chose her. Until she meets Eren Jaeger. Mysterious. Misunderstood. Dangerous... to everyone but her. To the world, Eren is nothing more than a temperamental, pretty boy with a reputation. But with Jada? He's quiet safety. Gentle eyes. The first person who listens without trying to fix her. As late-night study sessions turn into long talks, and fleeting glances turn into something deeper, Jada starts to wonder what love could feel like if it wasn't rooted in pain. But walking away from Reiner means letting go of the only version of love she's ever known. And trusting Eren means risking everything... including her already fragile heart. Healing isn't linear. Love isn't easy. And sometimes, falling for the right person means learning to unlove the wrong one first. "I don't understand why he don't know what he had... but I do." - Eren Jaeger Inspired by Chris Brown's "Girl of My Dreams" A story about emotional trauma, slow-burning romance, trust, and learning to choose yourself even when it hurts. Eren Jaeger x Black Woman (BWWM) AoT FF

Heat and chemicals, music pulsing like a second heartbeat. Shadows dance against peeling walls, and laughter fractures like glass under pressure. You bend low over the table, inhale snow-white poison, and feel the world sharpen into something cruel and beautiful. Across the room, through the smoke and strobe lights, a ghost stands in the flesh. Golden boy. Top of the class. Armin fucking Arlert. Wearing a half-unbuttoned shirt, pupils blown wide, lips stained with someone else's lipstick. He's not supposed to be here. But there he is- smirking like sin, eyes locking on yours. He shouldn't be here, not in this den of ruin and ruiners. Not with his halo cracked and eyes like slow-burning matches. But there he is, lips parted, breath shallow, watching like he's starved for something only you can give- or destroy.