❝𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪.❞
╰┈➤ IN WHICH a former hitman sought the help of a psychologist to get rid of his suicidal thoughts.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Modern Setting
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ TW: Suicide
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Mature Contents...
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A physical attachment that doesn't lead to emotional attachment, can you really do it? When Eren fired back that question, you weren't able to answer right away. So he continued, but you wished he didn't. You wished he would have just shut his mouth yet he really had to bring it back up.
"Besides, weren't you the one who were asking for it last time?" he taunted, taking a step closer, towering over you and you averted your gaze down the floor.
"I was drunk."
Was your only reason, and you know even that reason was not enough to justify your actions.
"There's truth in wine, Y/n." Eren lifted his hand, his finger under your chin making you lift your head to look at him.
His thumb brush your lower lips, if you only know how hard it is for Eren to stop himself from ravaging those plump sweet lips of yours.
"You still have that protection, right?"
From doing you right then and there.
At the mention of that, you felt your ears and cheeks heat up, you remember that night. How you were so brazen and bold, words that you don't usually utter when sober yet the alcohol in your system that time had pushed you into saying those unfiltered words and doing those unprofessional actions, to your client no less.
