𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 [𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳]

005

you wake up before he does, sun streaming through a large glass window and straight into your eyes.

at first, you're confused by the heavy weight pressing on your stomach but then you glimpse a familiar inked design and everything comes back to you.

you mentally groan at your lapse in judgement the night previous. you never did stuff as reckless as this.

you try as hard as possible to avoid waking eren beside you, slowly scooting out from under the heavy arm slung over your stomach. in the process you catch a glimpse of more tattoos you hadn't noticed last night.

he has quite a few and they're all incredibly done. none of those late night drunk decisions, rather they look like they have meaning behind them. you'd ask him about it if this was anything other than a hookup.

he groans in his sleep and you freeze, afraid you've woken him and now have to deal with the awkward morning after small talk. you breathe a sigh of relief when he just mumbles something and stills again.

you finally wiggle successfully from his hold, noting your naked state and shuffling around his room to pick up your discarded undergarments.

for the first time you notice the space of his home. despite the sketchy circumstances you'd met him in, his house was anything but the dingy bachelor pad you'd expected.

his bedroom has sweeping windows on every wall, overlooking a breathtaking view of the city below, the few pieces of furniture he has are clean and sparsely decorated, everything is a dark hue of brown, black or grey, contrasting nicely against the brightness streaming in from the glass. the floors were hardwood and cold against the soles of your feet.

as you leave his room and enter the rest of his space you have to keep your jaw from dropping. for an apartment in the middle of such a populated city, his home is massive. not massive to the point of feeling empty, rather, he doesn't have to worry so much about cramming all of his belongings in what's essentially an overpriced closet.

the furniture fits nicely and doesn't feel gaudy in any way, it would look humble to somebody that hadn't seen the area's housing market. the decor is similar to that of the bedroom, dark shades that flow together and create a homey atmosphere. 

rather than the somewhat enclosed area of his bedroom, the rest of his house is open like a studio, high ceilings accommodating the windows lining the walls. this place was beautiful in an understated way, kind of like eren.

in the back of your mind you wondered what kind of job someone had to have to afford a place like this. he certainly didn't seem like the wall street type but how would you know. maybe he was a mob boss or something similarly dangerous, it would certainly explain how you'd met last night.

you pad quietly towards the door, heels dangling in your hand, but grow confused when all you see is an elevator door. is this the penthouse suite? oh my god

you press the button to go down and realize your mistake too late as a loud ding sounds throughout the room.

you will the elevator to arrive quickly and pray to god that eren didn't wake up.

your foot is tapping anxiously when finally the elevator arrives, letting out another traitorous ding as you rush through the doors.

you turn around to quickly press the floor button and take one last glimpse, only to see a sleepy eren watching you with confusion, sweatpants haphazardly slung around his hips and hair messy before the doors close and you descend.

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you feel gross, clothes from the night before wrinkled and smelling of cigarettes and alcohol. you have practice in a few hours so you stop at your favorite coffee shop on the walk back.