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His gaze of vivid green shot through you as he stepped by, drinking in the aesthetic of your attire and admiring the sense of style in it, watching as thousands of ideas flow beneath your fingertips that channeled through the keys of the alphabet.
The well-done hand care that elegantly highlighted the delicacy of your digits, the shade of your lips, and the sunlight that emphasised the slight curl of your lashes.
Taking notice of the eyes on you, your glance moves up from your laptop, to meet a man that has your heart pounding with an eccentric sense of excitement. However, in a year’s moment, you realize what had been occurring, and look down in embarrassment, hoping to hide your flustered mess of a state.
“Eren.” His companion’s voice is what tears his attention away from you, as they both line up on the unoccupied counter for their queue order.
Damn it.
“Yeah.” The said man nonchalantly responds and merely follows, pouting his lips in frustration. Zeke scowls, then peeks over the person his brother was checking out earlier. They seemed to have collected their composure, seemingly to have been with a company that Eren had known.
Jean Kirschtein.
“Out of all people, it had to be Horseface…” He mumbles under his muffled breath, lips pressed against his palm while he looked ahead to prevent from being noticed by the mentioned person.
The blonde professor sweatdrops, trying to convince him of assurance. “Well, they are classmates and she’s seen to be alone almost all of the time.”
“It’s uni, it’s natural for everyone to be alone at this phase.” Eren interjects, earning some strange glances from the man on the counter as he fixes up the orders. “It’s better for them to be alone than to be with that horse.”
“You seem rather attached even though you haven’t spoke a word with them?” The other man then remarks. “What a fondly man.”
“Shut up.”
That afternoon, he meets you back at their mansion, in one of their guest rooms, seeming to have been taken in by Zeke as a housemate, observing from the baggages that were organized across the corner of the chamber.
That cunning bastard.
“Good afternoon.” You firmly pull up a beam, a rather timid person, although keeping on a cool impression as you introduced yourself. “Nice to meet you.”
His hand picks up yours and brings it up to his slightly-chapped lips, pressing a tender kiss on the expanse of your knuckles. “The pleasure is all mine, doll.”
You seemed to flush at the endearment, but you recover rather quickly from it as he concedes. “By the way, I’ve heard of your situation… of how you got here.”
The manner that your expression contorts into pure concern strikes a pang of pain to his heart, “I’m very sorry. I-I’ll make sure to repay once I graduate, Sir, I-“
He pulls you to an embrace, basically burying your face into his well-built chest, but his intoxicating scent - it poisons you too well. Those sturdy arms that could carry you without fail, large hands to hold your body into his, everything-
“Doll, look at me.” He orders. You obey almost immediately, but with tear-brimmed eyes and swollen lips from your habitual biting and nibbling.
You looked so vulnerable… so submissive.
So perfect that he only desires to ruin.
His thumb reaches up to brush away the saline drop of salt from your features, “Such a piece of art. No wonder you’re an excellent artist.”
You feel somewhat better from the solace he gives you, but your gaze is averted away in utter embarrassment.
His right hand locks itself on your jaw, not too tight, but enough to force you to look back at him again.
“Don’t worry. You’ll be a working student from now on. You’ll make art, and I’ll pay for it,” A glint of hope fixates on your gleaming eyes.
“But… but what about you, sir?” You whisper in a hushing tone, unknowing if his brother would ever agree to this ordeal that both of you initiate.
“Hmm? You mean, what’s in it for me?” He hums, looking around as if to search for something. “Well, let’s see…”
Give me all of you.
It puts you in absolute awe how his gaze turns predator, almost looking like a hunter that’s found its prey after weeks of hunt.
His calloused fingers trace down from your earlobe, down to the ribbon-y circle of your collar, slowly and gradually, unravelling the knot and revealing your collarbone to sight.
Those emerald gaze of his make sure that you consent to it, making sure every inch of your body shuddered in utmost pleasure beneath his fingertips.
“Such a saccharine body you have, doll. How about submitting it to me?”
You bite your lip sultrily, and without hesitance, you respond, “Yes, sir.”
Such a good girl.
His lips merely pull to a smirk, and he fervently leans down to take a delicious bite of sweet temptation.
"I want to do with you what Spring does with the cherry trees.”
- Pablo Neruda, Love Poem XIV