“I have a dinner at eight PM sharp, do you think you can attend?” Eren asks as he fixes up his neatly done white collar shirt, gazing at himself through his reflection of the mirror. He looks well dressed, like a well mannered man. Turning around, his gaze falls upon you, who sits at the sofa in his office. A playful smile tugs at Eren’s lips, and he walks towards you until he’s standing in front of you.

“Something wrong?” Asks Eren, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head. Despite his shown curiosity, he already knows what the issue may be; he’s hardly around to spend time with you. After all, it’s very lonely being the “trophy wife” of an old money man, who’s constantly occupied with work.