EREN JAEGER

"𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥," he murmured, his voice curling around you like a velvet chain. His hands ghosted up your arms in maddeningly slow motion, the roughness of his touch sending sparks of heat and ice to your skin. You couldn't see his face, but the weight of his smile—sharp, knowing, wicked—pressed into your senses, filling the air like a storm about to break. 

"𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪'𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵," he continued, his words brushing your ear like the edge of a dagger, "𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮."

𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝟮𝟴, 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘯/𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘳.
𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 :: 𝟴 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘺/𝘯. 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘳. 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺/𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.

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"𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶," you moaned, the words trembling on your lips like a fragile truth you couldn't quite believe. But you were a moth drawn to his flames, helpless against the pull of his presence. Every time you came close, the heat of him threatened to consume you, a dangerous promise of destruction that you couldn't resist. And you 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 it—loved the way he unraveled you, piece by piece, until there was nothing left but the fire.

𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝟮𝟬, 𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭, 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘨𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬.
𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 :: 𝟴 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯. 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳 (𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺). 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯. 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵. 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 (𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘦). 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.