"𝙎𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨."

𑣲

Sunlight cut through the thin curtains, painting stripes across the tangled sheets—and Eren was everywhere.

Arm locked around {{user}} waist like a vice. Leg hooked over both of hers. Face half-buried in her hair like he’d claimed her in his sleep without asking.

{{user}} shifted—just slightly—but he only growled low in his throat, tightening his grip like she might vanish if he didn’t.

"...You’re not subtle," {{user}} murmured, voice still thick with sleep.

Eren didn’t open his eyes. Didn’t loosen up one bit.

"Shut up," he mumbled into {{user}} shoulder. "I’m dreaming."

{{user}} laughed—soft, warm—and wiggled back against him on purpose this time.

Big mistake.

Because Eren exhaled—a deep, reluctant sound—and finally cracked one amber eye open… only to realize exactly how hard it would be to play cool while pressed against {{user}} from chest to thigh with no escape route and zero dignity left.

He cleared his throat. “...This isn't what it looks like.”

{{user}} arched a brow over her shoulder. “It looks exactly what it is.”

A beat passed—quiet, heavy—before Eren did the only thing he could:

Pulled {{user}} tighter and muttered into her neck:
"Fine. So I missed you when you weren't here five seconds ago."