𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣
in a desperate attempt to get away from your obsessive ex-boyfriend, you strike an unlikely deal with student council president levi ackerman. known for his cold and untouchable aura, he's a man rumo...
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THE WINGWOMAN
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eren's manor
"this must be it," you discerned, lowering your phone's map as wrought-iron gates came into view—wide open, as though they'd personally summoned you.
beyond the yawning entrance, ancient oaks lined the path in perfect formation, their branches arching overhead in a tunnel of dappled shade that stretched deep into the property.
you followed the pale gravel of the winding drive until the trees thinned, revealing a vast courtyard. several expensive vehicles were stationed across it: a gleaming black ferrari—eren's; a matte-black motorbike; and two additional cars, a silver rolls-royce and a deep navy land-rover.
behind them, dominating the scene: a magnificent tudor-style masterpiece of beige-brown stone and stark black accents, its facade draped in cascading ivy with steep slate roofs, shadowed alcoves, and metal lattice balconies.
you'd lived in trost your whole life, yet this part of town felt like a lifetime away, built on the kind of wealth that had been passed down for generations.
you approached a colossal oak door—its surface carved with intricate flora and lions, framed by brass fixtures—and reached for the knocker—
when voices leaked through the dense wood.
eren. and someone else.
"—and what time's dina getting here from liberio?"
"not until later tonight. which is why i need the car. mum can't haul everything alone. do you not trust your big brother? you've got the bike, anyway."
"how many times do i have to tell you that i don't have my licence yet? if i get caught—"
the door swung open before you could rock back, and you were met with a man who looked nothing like eren, yet somehow shared an undeniable likeness.
he was evidently a few years older—long blond hair swept back, cloudy azure eyes framed by faint wrinkles, and a thick moustache that paired too well with the rugged, almost imposing aura he carried.
