A small scoff escaped Jean’s lips, his brows scrunching as he faced the interviewer. “Oh, absolutely.” His tone carried a hint of disbelief, taken aback by the interviewer’s words. But he thrived on the attention, loving every moment of it—an attention seeker to the core.

As his interview continued, he thought he saw you from the corner of his eye. He paused, craning his neck to look over his shoulder, and there you were, finally arriving. Usually late to the party—or in this instance, the red carpet for the final season of Attack on Titan’s movie premiere.

His honey-colored eyes widened as he took in your figure, almost as if he were undressing you with his gaze. He watched you talk with your co-stars before you glanced over and met his eyes, raising a brow as a cheeky smile spread across your lips, catching him in the act.

Embarrassed, he silently cursed under his breath and looked away, refocusing on the interviewer. Clearing his throat, he excused himself. The thick red carpet muffled the sound of his footsteps as he approached you. His hands found their place on your hips as he stood behind you, towering over you. He leaned down slightly, his lips right up against your ear.

“You’re late…” he whispered, his warm breath flushing against your skin.