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AFTER THE MURDER 03/19
"Y/n how did you meet, Eren Jaeger?" Detective Levi firmly asks.
BEFORE THE MURDER 02/14 9:30 p.m.
Today was Valentine's Day and you were a sophomore in college but instead of being out on a date or at some party, you were sitting in the college library researching for your Art paper.
You read through the 5th art history book of the night. You thought it was stupid to have to do a research paper in art anyway, but you had nothing better to do and maybe some of these artists could give you some inspiration since you've been having artist's block for a while now.
You sat towards the back of the library at one of the empty tables by yourself. The hairs on your neck started to stand, that always happened when you felt someone was watching you.
You turn around to see if anyone was there and your eyes meet a pair of pretty emerald ones. The face the eyes were attached to was even prettier, he had flawless olive skin, plump peach lips, and a good set of eyebrows.
His hair was dark, long, and pulled back into a man bun. You look down at his body, he was tall, around 6'3, he wasn't too buff but worked out, and his hands were veiny with a couple of tats and his fingers were decorated by an array of silver rings.
He wore a white wife-beater with a black leather jacket, a pair of light wash vintage jeans, paired with some Docs, and a chain around his tatted neck.
You look back up at his face and he smirks at you looking you up and down, as he leaned on one of the bookshelves.
Playing hard to get, you roll your eyes and look back down at your book. 'Why would a guy as fine as him be at the library instead of a party or with someone?' you thought to yourself.
When you looked up, he was gone. 'He was probably bad news anyways ' but you kind of wanted him to be. You've been itching for some thrill in your life so, maybe you should've smirked back.
'Guess we'll never know what would've happened now'
10:15 p.m.
You finally found the book you wanted to do your research on and walk to the art book section, which was in the far back of the library.
As you put each of the books back into their places, trying to place them in the exact place you found them, you feel a presence behind you.
"Hmm, you don't seem like the type of girl who'd be cooped up in a library on the night of Valentine's Day" a deep raspy voice sent chills down your spine.
