"Didn't you hear Connie? You're paired with Eren, go!" Sasha’s voice jolted you out of your daydream, but it was too late to react. Lost in thoughts about Eren, you hadn't noticed him calling your name. The door shut behind you with a definitive thud, and the soft 'click' of the lock echoed in the cramped space, sealing you inside the closet. The tight quarters left barely any room to move, forcing you and Eren close enough to feel each other's warmth.

Despite the lack of light, you could make out Eren's face, faintly illuminated by the sliver of light sneaking under the door. His presence was overwhelming, his proximity almost suffocating in the most thrilling way. The air was filled with his scent—a captivating blend of vanilla, musk, and mint. The vanilla brought a comforting sweetness, the musk added a grounding depth, and the mint cut through with a refreshing sharpness. Together, they created an intoxicating aroma that made your heart race and your senses heighten.

Every breath and tiny movement seemed amplified in the silence. You were hyper-aware of the space you both occupied, the tension between you almost tangible. Your mind raced with possibilities, your heart pounding with a mix of excitement and fear. The darkness sharpened your other senses, making you acutely aware of Eren's every breath and the heat radiating from his body. The situation was thrilling and terrifying, leaving you breathless and eager for whatever might come next. ₊ ⊹ . ݁ 🚬 . ⊹ ₊