❝YOUR SOUL, MIND, AND BODY BELONG TO ME, AND ONLY ME.❞
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⇢ In which, his love doesn't
come without a cost.
⇢ armin arlert x gn!reader ⇠
REWRITING !
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#1 Toxic Relationship
#7 ArminxReader
#19 Manipulation
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╭─────── ۪۫ ❁ཻུ۪۪ ⋆｡˚☽'───────╮ Armin, this has to stop! ╰─────── ۪۫ ❁ཻུ۪۪ ⋆｡˚☽'───────╯
𝓝—ot this again, draping your fingers through the turfs of your hair, you peep through the small crevice of the door, spotting your boyfriend, surrounded by both male and females.
It was no secret that your lover was a good looking guy; a personality that you'd be crazed not to fall in love with, a charming laugh that'd echo through the room anytime you were graced with it, a face and body chiseled by God himself, those pearly whites that were sure to make you showcase a smile of your own no matter the situation.
The same person who broke you to pieces every withering moment with him, the same person you'd beg forgiveness from, the same person who had a death grip on you emotionally and physically. The remarks that would fly out of his mouth and claw at your brain every night were enough to push a meekly person over the edge.
The same person who was easily able to switch demeanors around his friends, the same person who knew when to agitate your brain, and when to corrupt you with sheer regret.
Armin Arlert, your worst mistake, the one who you wish you never met, the one who wouldn't let you get away.
The bar was a regular spot for the two of you, the roaming scent of alcohol sure to occupy your nostrils, the sweaty bodies mingling together, the couples practically having sex against the wall.
It was an often occurrence for Armin to take home at least one male or female, he had you agree to an open relationship prior to you getting together, agreeing on no limitations, and the flexibility to jump from one lover to the other.
Although it wasn't what you really wanted, you wanted to keep him. You wanted to keep his tiny gestures, the snippets of love he'd show you, the heated kisses that'd occur every so often.
