Mikasa glanced at her silver watch for the umpteenth time in the past five minutes. 6:39

Once again, he was late. Seventeen years old and this boy still couldn't get a single time right. He was going to be running his father's business, the largest medical company in Shiganshina, in less than a year for goodness' sake.

Where is he?

As if on cue, the metallic elevator doors at the end of the hall slid open, revealing the boy in question in a black suit jacket and dress pants. His chestnut hair was disheveled and a shit-eating grin was plastered on his face as he strode out, clearly pleased with himself. One of the new interns (Cynthia? Maybe.) followed him out, eyes half lidded and lazily waving after him while flirtatiously calling, "Bye, Eren." She seemed to have noticed Mikasa and directed a glare in her direction, oblivious to the fact that she was staring daggers at her boss' daughter. He's mine the redhead mouthed at Mikasa. Oh, this was so gonna bite that girl in the ass later.

Mikasa merely rolled her eyes, not bothering with her. Eren didn't respond to the intern, only focusing on shooting his annoyingly charming smile at Mikasa as he approached her with purposeful strides. "Mika, darling," he greeted, teal eyes sparkling with amusement, "it's great to see you." The sarcasm in his voice wasn't missed by the onyx-haired girl. Was this really what she was going to be marrying?

She merely scowled in response, not in the mood to deal with his games. "You're late," she reprimanded coolly, walking over to her fiance. She reached up to his unruly hair, smoothing it down so he at least looked presentable. Well, as presentable as the douche bag could look. He uttered a grunt of protest when she tightened his crimson tie, bringing the Windsor knot to its proper place. "Would it be too much to ask that you control your raging hormones for one night? I would prefer that my parents not see you flirting with every female specimen in sight, especially considering that you are engaged to their only daughter. You know your father would flip if he heard you upset the two owners of the most powerful law firm in Shiganshina." Mikasa really couldn't resist messing with him, so she leaned in tantalizingly close to his hear, whispering in her most seductive voice, "And we wouldn't want that now, would we?"

Eren visibly tensed at the way her breath was tickling his ear. She heard him nervously gulp before answering her, "No we wouldn't," she smiled to herself at her small victory, "future Mrs. Jaeger." He did not just call her that. Why that little-

Mikasa's eyes narrowed. Figures he saw through her trap. She's only used it every time he visits her parents. She could already tell he was wearing his damned smug grin. It took everything in her, but Mikasa somehow restrained herself from smacking that smirk off his pretty boy face when she backed away from his ear. She cleared her face of all emotion the moment her obsidian irises met his beryl ones. Inwardly cursing the deal that forced her to associate herself with such a conceited person, Mikasa straightened her back, standing to her full height, and mentally prepared herself to make yet another appearance with this boy. Although unnaturally annoying now, he wasn't always this way.

When she was only nine, Mikasa met Eren for the first time. He was kind back then, his cheerful and carefree face always lighting up when he spotted something new. She actually used to get along rather well with him, until he turned into a complete egotistic jerk upon entering eighth grade. She honestly couldn't stand to be in his presence these days, but she needed to. As an heiress, it was her job to do whatever she must to keep her parent's company alive.

Her parents knew good business when they saw it, so when the Jaegers offered to become business partners with the Ackermans' law firm, they of course agreed. However, this partnership had to be secured somehow, to ensure neither backed out of the deal. That was where Mikasa's current situation came in. The two families came to an agreement, ultimately deciding the best way to bind their businesses, would be to bind the futures of said businesses: their children. It was upon that day Mikasa's parents gave her hand to Eren Jaeger, sentencing her to an eternity of looking after him and the inevitable fate of becoming Mrs. Jaeger. The thought of marriage alone was enough to make the teenager cringe, let alone marriage to the sorry excuse of a human who was her fiancé.

She was sure if she ever told her parents about Eren's stereotypical playboy behavior, the deal they made with Eren's parents, Carla and Grisha, would be over. While freedom from this agreement seemed like a dream to Mikasa, she knew it was a deal she would have to go with.

Mikasa hadn't realized she was staring at the suave brunette before her while she reminisced, quickly regretting doing so when a cocky grin made its appearance on his flawless face. Truly, Eren was a handsome boy. If only his personality wasn't so shitty, he would be an optimal fiancé.

"Like what you see?" he teased, a single brow raising in question. That damned smirk that made Mikasa's knees go weak, though she would constantly deny such a thing, still lingered on his features as he placed his left hand on the ivory wall behind her, leaning against it ever so slightly. Mikasa shifted to the side, prepared to leave, but he tilted his body to the right, blocking her escape route. "Oh, c'mon Mika," he purred, bring his free hand up brush her bangs behind her ear, "don't you want to stay a little longer?"

Mikasa gulped nervously, heat erupting on her face from their close proximity and the way that stupid nickname rolled off his tongue. His hand lingered on her cheek, sending goosebumps across the porcelain skin with every soft finger's caress. Her mind went blank. Everything faded aside from him. He smiled gently, eyes scanning her relaxed face.

The hand cupping her face moved to her chin, gently tugging it up so she was staring into his teal spheres. His eyes shifted downwards to glance at her lips before once again meeting her dark gaze. He leaned in just enough so she could feel his breath on her mouth. Every ounce of self-control left her body as she subconsciously mirrored his actions until their noses were brushing. Her hands were rested on his chest, allowing her to feel the pounding of his heart beneath her palms. His half-lidded eyes were filled with a somewhat primal look. Taking his arm off the wall and snaking it around her waist, Eren urged her to the wall, and she gladly obliged.

Her senses were hazy. The scent of his cologne was positively intoxicating. Her breath hitched as he once again moved closer.

"Ahem," a deep voice cut through her haze, bringing her back to her senses. She roughly shoved Eren off her and removed herself from the wall. He at first expressed confusion, but it quickly morphed into his usual smug grin. The two looked over in the direction of the voice to unsurprisingly discover her cousin glaring disgustedly at the pair of teens. "Jeez, can't you horny brats wait until after the meeting to suck each other's faces?"

"Levi, it wasn--"

"Save it for later, Mikasa," Levi raised a hand to quiet her. "Your parents have been expecting you for twenty minutes now. It's time you and Jaeger got your asses in there."

"Of course," Mikasa agreed, nodding her head to her cousin. He turned on his heel and stride back to the meeting room. Mikasa returned her attention to the boy beside her. "Let's go."

"Whatever you say, darling."

It took Mikasa approximately 0.1 seconds to slap that damn smirk off his face.

Okay, I was thinking of making this one into a full blown fanfic. Any thoughts?