UNCAGED SOUL || Attack on Titan x Reader

To See You || Erwin Smith

Pt. 1 of "All My Senses" Mini-Series

Cw: age-gap, forbidden relationship, eventual smut 

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Preachers said the almighty moulded humans and any living creatures as equally beautiful, but it sounded like nonsense after you knew he existed. That man was sculpted by God themselves, you were certain of it the second your eyes laid upon him. One of the days in your early adulthood, you were blessed. For the world giving you a chance to soak in his imperial presence.

Erwin Smith. Three would be the first number of his age and yet he looked like he stopped growing after twenty. If he didn't, then he was the embodiment of wine with human physics. He was picked from the garden of Eden, brought into the world as the perfect living being and time could only do him better, instead of hindering him helplessly.

Those fine lines that were sketched on his face only intensified the splendour visage. Most of his blonde strands kept perfectly to the left, and you once thought not even a tornado could mess up his appearance. But one thing, one thing you could never take your eyes off of him was those striking, icy blue orbs that penetrated deep into your soul.

Something that surprisingly was nothing like the shade of colour. No fear dawned upon you when his focus was fixated on your figure. Instead, you felt such an intense warmth, pooling from your throbbing core and up to your greedy heart. You wanted him, oh God, you secretly prayed for him to take another look at you.

Maybe after dozens of years walking on this earth, he already had a fair share of comprehending which human was like him — the one with perfect bodies, perfect faces. While the others, those who weren't bestowed with such gifts, roam in this world only to be below them. Yes, an average human being, nothing more.

Your parents always reminded you of your place. That you were one of those people at the top of the chain. Having sovereignty, fortune, fame; things that ninety percent of the population on earth could only dream of. You were supposed to lift your chin no matter where you were. Looking deep into people's eyes as everyone else was either equal or underneath you.

But the moment he stood tall in front of you, your mind tried to mess you up by thinking that maybe — it wouldn't be that bad to subsist below someone.

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Summertime rolled into your life, leaving all of the workload and college assignments off your shoulder. After the hectic life of pursuing your master's degree, it was nice to finally breathe some fresh air. The ocean sparkled underneath the scorching sun, and you were grateful that you were at least comfortable inside your silver Cadillac CT5-V.

You leaned your arms on the window frame, eyes overlooking the crystal water as your chauffeur, Charles Lombard, drove the long, sunny road of Santorini. It was a little bit unfair for him to tag along, not when you had been planning to have a private holiday in the country you never went to before.

After what happened last year in the early winter, you wanted to get lost, to a place where no one could find you. Where no one knew who you were and what kind of stories were written on your skin. Yet your father had to raise his voice, opposing the idea of his dearest daughter roamed to a faraway island. Alone and in such a vulnerable state.

The boutique hotel you chose, the economy plane ticket you booked by yourself — everything was returned as he called all of his friends from the high-end business association or something, one that you refused to be a part of, to arrange the perfect holiday for you. From the five-star resort with an ocean view, and the first-class seat where the pilot was his trusted, old friend.