The party was in full swing when someone dared Eren to do seven minutes in heaven with you. The room fell quiet as all eyes turned to you both, and you felt a rush of heat flood your face. Eren, usually so composed, just smirked and stood up.

“Fine,” he muttered, his voice low as he walked toward the closet.

You followed, the weight of the dare sinking in as the door clicked shut behind you. The dim light from the hallway barely illuminated the small space, and you both stood awkwardly for a second.

Eren leaned against the door, his eyes locking with yours. “This is… weird,” he said, though his tone was softer than usual.

You swallowed, trying to act normal. “We don’t have to do anything.”

His gaze softened, and he took a slow step toward you. “I didn’t say I didn’t want to.”

There was a pause before Eren reached for your hand, his fingers brushing lightly against yours. The subtle touch sent a jolt through you. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “I’m not good at this kind of thing,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

You could feel his heart racing as he inched even closer, the moment hanging between you like a secret.

“Then let’s take it slow,” you murmured, your voice barely audible.

Eren’s eyes met yours again, and this time, he didn’t hesitate. His lips brushed against yours in a soft, lingering kiss—intimate and full of unspoken words.