Warnings: Cocaine consumption, cigarette smoking, mentions of other drugs, rough sex, face sitting, dirty talk, porn with a lot of plot, spoilers up to the end of season 3
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The lit cigarette looked delicate in his hand, soft and crinkled from where his knuckles held it. But the room was loud, voices echoing outside the door, the clanging of hammers against steel resounding from the streets pounding away at the wooden junctures of the wall. Erwin Smith didn't mind it; that was the sound of industry, of labor, of success.
He leaned back in his chair, inhaling a long drag as he took a moment away from the documents on his desk—shipment logs, accounting details, lists of products and buyers all neatly ordered before him. But beyond the methodical planning was chaos, ready to erupt at any moment, which Erwin recognized was a price to pay for organized crime.
Something about today felt odd. The morning had gone smoothly, with potential investors lining his call logs and reports of prosperity from the business front, but there was a heaviness in the air that had him uneasy. A storm was brewing, thick and viscous and undoubtedly bringing misfortune in its wake. He was patiently anticipating for it to begin, for there to be problems to solve—tribulations were something he reveled in, though he'd be hard pressed to admit it to anyone but himself.
He didn't have to wait long.
It was Connie who opened the floodgates, shoving the door open with heaving breaths and wide eyes like he had been running.
"Commander, Sir! We have a problem. It—it's bad, terrible, it's—!"
"Calm down," Erwin sat up straight, fingers pressing the cigarette back to his lips, "gather everyone if it's that dire."
The young boy nodded frantically, clenching his newsboy cap to his chest.
"Right away!" Connie affirmed, dashing out to gather Erwin's most trusted colleagues.
Erwin had to hide his smirk behind his hand. Inwardly he hoped whatever issue was at hand was something he hadn't planned for; he lived for a challenge.
Levi, Miche, and Hange stepped into his office within the half hour, four out of the five pillars of the Eldian Mafia now within one room. He took note of the missing link, wondering just where you had shuffled off to today.
"Well, tell me, what's happened? Do I need to allocate more money to Scotland Yard, track down a missing shipment, what is it?"
"N-no," Connie wavered, hands trembling, "it's the Marley Boys. They...they sent someone to Eren and Mikasa this morning at the docks. The guy threatened them, told them that the Marleys know exactly how we're shipping the whiskey to New York, that they know...they know our operations; there's been a leak."
Erwin watched every shoulder stiffen in the room.
The storm had begun, hard and fast, and he took the moment of silence to smother his cigarette in the ashtray on his desk. He laced his fingers under his chin, mind racing.
"How did this information leak happen?" he inquired to the room, "and does anyone know where our...noticeably missing member is today?"
Erwin's mind flashed to you, picturing where you should be standing next to Levi, pretty head tilted as you listened in. You were always here, especially when called together for a meeting. Your absence was perhaps the most unsettling thing disrupting the carefully constructed balance. You were reliable, the most stable pillar within this mafia. You were Erwin's stability whenever madness erupted; he needed you here.
