You're Mine. | DARK ROMANCE | Levi x Eren

02: Letters and pictures..

Sunday, March 31.

A day had passed since the strange letter arrived. At first, Eren dismissed it as a prank, likely pulled by friends. But the arrival of a second letter made him realise this was serious.

Earlier..

Early in the morning, around 8 am, Eren woke up unexpectedly. His throat felt dry, so he shuffled to the kitchen in his small apartment. Living alone, he relied on his dad to cover half of his bills while he searched for a job.

To his surprise, a letter was on the kitchen counter, though he had no memory of putting it there. With a growing sense of dread, he opened it, recognizing the same handwriting from the day before:

Dear Eren,

12.D.

♟️

"12.D."—the cryptic message left him confused and uneasy. How had the letter even gotten into his apartment? The disturbing thought struck him: someone had been inside.

Everything looked normal as Eren scanned the room. His key was still in the door, and the locks were untouched from when he secured them the night before. No draft indicated an open window.

Driven by a mix of caution and fear, he decided to search his apartment thoroughly. Even in the face of danger, a bit of humour crossed his mind. "I'm a ghost, you're just imagining this!" he joked to himself, considering it a light-hearted way to deal with the stress.

He meticulously checked every corner—kitchen, bathroom, bedroom—but found nothing out of place. Frustrated, Eren returned to the kitchen, ready to toss the letter in the trash.

But to his shock, another letter was already there, defying all logic. The mystery deepened, leaving Eren with more questions and growing unease.

A wave of frustration and disbelief overwhelmed Eren as he tried to make sense of the strange situation. He had searched every inch of his apartment, yet there was no explanation for the recurring letters. Doubt crept in—had he accidentally consumed something that was messing with his mind? Was he trapped in some bizarre dream?

His heart raced, and his hands trembled as he picked up the latest letter, placing it on top of the first one on the counter. Could his friends be pulling an elaborate prank? But everything around him seemed normal, only adding to his confusion and fear.

Gathering his courage, Eren cautiously opened the letter. This time, it wasn't just cryptic symbols. A chill ran down his spine as he read the unsettling message, confirming his worst fears: he might be losing his grip on reality.

Dear Eren,

You have a certain charm when you sleep. But just know, when the time is ripe, I will make you mine.

♟️

With a swift motion, Eren crumpled both letters and threw them into the trash. His instincts screamed at him to escape this madness. Rushing to his bedroom, he grabbed his phone from the bedside table, desperate to reach out to Mikasa or Armin. He couldn't face this alone.

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Another day, another round of rejections. Eren's frustration grew as he walked through the busy city streets. The constant noise and crowds were a stark reminder of his struggles. What was the point of earning a diploma if it didn't lead to a job? Had he wasted years of studying? Did a diploma even matter in today's job market?