When your car breaks down on an empty stretch of road, the last thing you expect is Eren Yeagerâquiet psych major, messy half-bun, unreadable green eyesâto pull over and change everything. What starts as a simple fix turns into late-night coffees, shared silences, and a slow, magnetic pull neither of you can shake. Heâs guarded, observant, impossible to read⊠and yet somehow sees right through you. As you drift closer, it becomes clear that some connections feel fatedâbeautiful, dangerous, and i