Bodies sprawled across the two massive sofas, tangled together in the dim, warm light. Fresh piercings glinting on noses, brows, navels. New tattoos winding over shoulders and knuckles. Hair blazing electric red, midnight purple, bleached platinum. Laughter echoed, mics ran hot, glasses clinked.

In the doorway to the streaming den, Arla leaned. Silver piercings caught the glow. Mythology tattoos shifted as she crossed her arms—runes and omens inked into skin like promises.

Across the room, Eren was already grinning. Smoke curled past his lips as he took a slow drag off a cigarette, kicked back on the corner of the sofa with his legs spread. A fresh knuckle tattoo peeked from his ripped sleeve. He caught her eye.