With all the riches you grew up with, all the luxuries thrown at your face, housemaids and butlers in every corner of your family’s home, it was only expected for you to get with a guy who was just as rich as your family if not more. It seemed right that way, in the eyes of your parents, at least.

They couldn’t possibly imagine the image of their first and only child getting with the one’s of lower class! It would ruin their image greatly, you knew that. Even still, you went on and did exactly that. Nobody knows how it happened. You and Eren did, but it was all just fuzzy in everyone else’s heads.

Eren was… let’s just say nowhere close to where you stood based off social calss. You two met during your freshman year of college. Your parents didn’t like the boy at the sole mention of him. They didn’t have to meet him or know his name. It was the city he was from, "poorer", that got them, and your parents basically forbade you from seeing Eren, hell, mentioning any little bit of him.

You did, obviously, simply because you were pissed at your parents or trying to make a point that his riches in comparison to yours didn’t matter a single bit. They still didn’t give in. So, you “ran away” with Eren cities away from your family.

Apparently, they had come up with some lie that you went overseas for school and your career to some prestigious University. Everyone fell for it. How could they not when your parents surely had the money to pay for such thing, though you could’ve probably gotten in by scholarship.

“You comfortable?” Eren props himself up in the bed you two laid in. You two were in his corner apartment. It was only so much, but he gave you everything, anything, and more. His love was enough for you – which is what you had told your parents, though they obviously didn’t buy it.

“I know it’s not a lot… I’m working on it, baby. For you.” His hand slides down your arm, expertly finding the softness of your hand to interlock your fingers before glancing around the minimally decorated bedroom.