OOC Levi and weird plot with weird writing ahead.

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Seduction.

From velvet beds ,silken beaded blindfolds and dazzling materials which caressed one's body, seduction has its simple meanings too. An innocent upward curve of honeyed ruby lips approve the actions of a male trying to persuade her into his bed. Small loving glances exchanged to a beloved, or maybe not to a beloved. One can never be sure if these seduction techniques were only valid to the ones that a person knew. After all, at the end of the day, the main goal is to achieve physical comfort and someone to lean on; it should not matter if we claim it from a stranger or not.

Should it?

The sun took a dip into the horizon to let the moon breathe, wisps of light escaping, dissolving into the atmosphere to illuminate the night. The sky blanketed in all black with silver dots adorning it. It looked seductive in its own way.

For Levi, seduction was in music.

The way marvelous melodies purred to him, nipped on his ears, dragged its saccharine self over his eardrums and touched every part of his soul, was better than any human interaction he could get nowadays.

From his view, music was the only master of seduction which held great power and acknowledged its responsibilities, for it knew that if once played wrong, could result to im-mendable broken hearts, shattered dreams and unsatisfied audience .

It is powerful, it is voltaic, it is seduction.

But that didn't mean that Levi never experienced the tender touch of a woman. He appreciated that they took some free time out of their valuable schedule to please him; he even dedicated some of his violin pieces to those ladies as a token to show his gratitude but never went far in his relationships.

Art.

Seduction, alluring was an art, each move was calculated; the fun was in the journey and not in the fruit.

Poets found romance in words, so did you. But to you, finding romance in books was nothing but insipid. Yes, it was true that you enjoyed reading those novels but to be brutally honest, it was getting very tiring reading about how other people or fictional characters found their soul mates, if those things even exist. To find your thrill, you took interest in starting up your own little blog to post your thoughts about different musicians.

But a certain violinist made it extremely difficult for you to complete your job.

'I want to....die,' you sighed thoughtfully, slightly disturbed by the atmosphere of the café in which you and Levi were currently sitting inside. You could smell infatuation in the air. Such a weird trait for a meager coffee shop. Well-dressed couples were walking in the café, their shoe-heels clicking against the golden-veined marble floor to remind you of the precious time ticking away merrily as no words were being exchanged between you two.

Well, one couldn't just burst a conversation on other's face. Time is needed to settle, to seep in, to adjust and then the real pleasure of a conversation begins- interminable speaking, pouring sentiments out, showing your real self.

"Uh...should we start?" you asked, trying to break the thin ice, uneasiness lacing the audibility of your voice.

"Hm," he seemed bored, "go on, ask."

You fumbled with your diary and opened up a fresh page to write, "Why did you want to become a violinist?"

He frowned, probably because the question was far too mediocre. Perhaps he was questioning himself if you were even an experienced reviewer or not. So far, he couldn't come to any conclusions. "I had been raised in an......" he waited a beat, "orphanage and a person once donated an old violin, which came onto my share because none of the children wanted it...so I guess it started from there."

"-I am sorry to hear that."

"Don't say sorry when you don't mean it," he casually played with a menu card rested on a thin curvy black stand, "move on."

"Uh, okay," you folded your hands and without him noticing, you took out your cell phone and pressed the recording button on it to capture any interesting information which he might not let you write in your diary. "Are you gay?"

"What kind of question is that?!" he scowled, bending across the table with his shirt pressing firmly on his chest, to give you a flick on the cheek, causing a burning sensation to erupt.

"Ow ! I'm sorry!" you exclaimed, fidgeting uncomfortably. Grief-filled, you wrote a 'yes, he is gay' on your diary.

Levi 'tch'd' and snatched the beige-paged possession of yours only to toss it towards the farthest corner of the coffee table.

"Hey!"

"Hey to you too," he replied.

"What the hell!? Wasn't it supposed to be an interview," you frowned and a sudden realization struck you, "Why the hell am I even doing an interview, I review stuff!"

"I was asking myself the same thing, but you know, you can make your blog a tad bit more popular if you add this interview shit. And stop asking stupid questions," he said in a calm voice which made you regret your outburst and unprofessional behaviour. He gave you your diary back but didn't withdraw his hand. Cold fingers swept near the veins of your wrist, travelling towards your palm, forcing it open. "And certainly, no recording," he pressed the cancel button on your phone.

'Jesus fucking Christ kill me!' you mentally cursed, heart beating like parade drums. You dipped your head low, resting your chin on the back of your hand. "Alright alright, I'm sorry. Okay here is another one, why does this piece, which you've composed, so dark-themed?" you asked, looking anywhere but at the enigmatic man before you, a faint blush of embarrassment blooming on your cheeks.

You found yourself shrinking into the corner of the seat, away from him, mimicking the distance you felt building between you two.

His eyes wandered a bit to read your thoughts through your expressions but your stiff face didn't show any. 'Is she afraid of me or something?' he pondered.

Your mind was partially focused on the glistening dew particles stuck on the glass, droplets of heavy ones running down. 'Is it really cold out there?'

"Dark-themed? It was not 'dark-themed', as you stated it was. I will not lecture you on its 'deep meaning' or whatever. It was simply music, a little different, but each and every piece of mine falls under the same category as any musician. Simply music," Levi spoke.

You jotted down everything he said but you weren't satisfied. From your eyes, the violin bit he composed was dominating, it seemed to fit perfectly with the working of society. Like a puzzle piece, it filled in a lone hole in your heart.

The unjust seek dominance and control. This world is unjust, it seeks control.

But Levi defied dominance, he challenged control. Control of the music. So, this was the conclusion- he was the begetter of harmonies, the controller, all in all- perfection in a musician.

You had found a new definition of music. A new angle to look at the thought-provoking virtuoso in front of you.

You wouldn't tag yourself as a philosopher. You simply liked to dig out meanings.

"Simply music, huh?" you curiously stated, "Alright. As you say." There was no point in arguing with him, and to add, you would be a bit uncomfortable if you were to start a full-fledged discussion about the topic he was so well-versed in.

'Why isn't he replying? This is awkward..' you thought.

"Well," he began, "if you interpret it differently, I have no problem with that." You were intriguing him to no end.

"I'm not changing its meaning I'm jus-"

"What about you, (Name)? What is a shitty brat like you merely reviewing things, without any pay or shit? Do you even have a job?" he asked, a smirk coating his arrogant thin lips.

You smirked wider, "Me? Well, the blog thing is for my own peace of mind...but I also own a bookstore, well, it is my grandfather's but still, you get it right?"

"Hmm, I'll visit sometime," he said, standing up, brushing his pants with his fingers to remove any possible dust particle stuck on it.

"Eh? Where are you going? But I didn't even-"

"It is cold outside. We should better get going or it will start to snow.." Levi explained, "Sorry I couldn't talk longer but...I had a fair time, although very short. Let's go then."

You frowned, ' He is going to drop me home, right? How the hell am I supposed to reach home if he isn't...? Though I don't have any, it is freezing balls out there!'

"Alright, I had a good time too..." you stood up only to extend out a friendly hand, breaking your walls of uneasiness. He took your hand in his, cold fingers colliding with warm ones, making you flinch at the temperature difference.

"Okay.." You tried to pull your hand away, but Levi didn't let go, he pulled you towards the wooden exit door, perplexity coating your undefined footsteps. 'Oh Lord, he's holding my hand..Why the hell are my cheeks burning! No! Stop! I'm not supposed to blush-'

"Don't you want to go home?" He adjusted his onyx cuff links by releasing your hand. You clenched your hand into a fist, taking even breaths and looked at the cab in front of you.

'Did he order it? When?' you asked yourself. Slowly, your skin perceived the coolness of the night, surfacing a piercing feeling.

"Let's get in ! It's freezing here !" your conscious self spoke which was more focused on letting you live rather than questioning Levi in this icy weather.

You opened the cab door and got in, rubbing your hands together to get coolness out. Levi got in after you and checked his watch.

He wasn't planning on going anywhere after, his last stop being his comfortable house. You, on the other hand were planning on joining Eren, your best friend and partner in crime, in a family dinner for he was too scared to face his father alone after three big years of vanishing into thin air. Poor Eren, you pitied his state right now; he'll have to face his family matter without your support.

But right now, your little fluttering inconsistent heart was on the verge of being audible enough for him to hear your anxiety. Your thoughts were ranging from, 'I shouldn't be here with a stranger!' to 'What if we were together?'

Your conscience was being too strict and your fiend was crafting uncertain images of stupid love stuff.

The cab drove with an acceptable speed, frenetic flow of cars and flash of buildings beside you.

In no time, it came to an abrupt stop, disturbing the train of thoughts in your mind.

You got out as quickly as you could and looked at the surroundings. "Awesome, if I just walk swift steps from here, I'll be able to reach home without dying from hypothermia."

"Oi lady, my money?" the driver asked.

You pulled a dollar from your purse and shoved the money in his hand. Levi's eyes dug holes into yours, his eyes removed that bored expression only to reveal a glance of such a scorching force which sucked the air out of your lungs.

 Enigmatic.

That's the category you'd put him under.

"Will meet again, (Name)? I think I'd want to meet you again," he said, sitting elegantly inside the warm looking cab.

"Uh, sure!"

"At my place, I'll message you the address and the time," he informed with a bit of seductive mix in his voice. He might not have intended his tone to come out as seductive but his deep and plain voice along with an accent you couldn't piece together certainly gave off that feel.

You gulped, wide-eyed, "B-But my number?"

"No worries, I have your number, brat."

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A/N : Part 3 will be published soon! I'm so sorry if it was rushed, I really am. Or wasn't much descriptive. Sorry. Excuse the large paragraph spacing. Wattpad has gone crazy.