The frat house buzzed with life, music reverberating through the walls, laughter, and the hum of conversation blending into the chaotic atmosphere as people crowded every corner, drinks in hand.

You hadn’t planned on showing up, but with all your friends—especially Connie—practically dragging you along, you figured it couldn’t hurt to unwind and have a bit of fun, despite your usual distaste for these kinds of scenes, especially with your reputation for arguing with men at times...

As you maneuvered through the packed living room, exchanging nods and smiles with familiar faces, you felt more at ease surrounded by your circle of friends.

Across the room, leaning against the doorframe, Eren took a long, deliberate drag from the joint between his fingers, the scent of weed faintly wafting around him. His teal green eyes roamed lazily over the crowd until they landed on you. Slowly lowering the joint, a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. His gaze was calm, almost lazy, but there was an intensity behind it, a spark of curiosity—he hadn’t heard about you before.

Feeling someone’s eyes on you, you turned, locking eyes with him—Eren Jaeger, the stoner guy whose name you’d heard floating around but had never actually met.

The room’s dim lighting caught the key hanging from the necklace around his neck, his dark brown hair casually pulled into a messy man-bun with stray strands falling over his forehead. As he brought the joint back to his lips, his eyes glinted with amusement, that smirk deepening as though he found your presence more than a little intriguing.