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

04: Unknown number

Wednesday, April 3rd.

Two days ago, Eren was hired. Erwin did say he had a little difficulty before officially hiring him, but it worked out anyway. Eren was looking in the bathroom mirror; they had a uniform to wear, just to look rich, Eren supposed. Eren was wearing a deep royal blue suit, brown classy leather shoes—those kinds that you usually see business men wear. For the first day, Eren had purposely styled his hair with some gel, and honestly, it worked quite well. He looked more put together.

Eren looked one last time in the mirror before turning off the bathroom lights. He walked to the kitchen counter and saw the two letters he hadn't opened from the strange person. Eren refused to read them, letting them stack up. He grabbed his keys, his phone, his small wallet where his cards were, and turned off every light before closing up.

He took the stairs because his apartment didn't have an elevator—one of the main reasons his father didn't want him in this place, but Eren didn't care. Eren quickly turned on his phone and ordered an Uber. After 15 minutes of waiting, his Uber arrived. Eren quickly sat in the backseat, greeted the driver, and gave the location.

It was a beautiful day. Eren was super excited to finally start working—or at least to find a job on his own! Even though Armin had helped, Eren really meant not relying on his father's money or reputation. That was, of course, his second option, which he had promised his father. He just hoped to be independent on his own and not rely on his parents.

"Sir, we will have a little bit of a delay; the traffic is building up," the driver said. Eren shrugged, and the driver looked at him in the rearview mirror.

"It's okay. Not your fault," Eren replied. The driver nodded and refocused on the road. Eren decided to check his phone. He looked at his notifications and swiped away the irrelevant ones. His finger hovered over a notification—a message from a random person. Who's this? Eren clicked on it.

Unknown:
Tsk, ignoring my letters already? Do I have to write you a text now instead? People these days, putting the standard so high...

Eren frowned at the text. It was obvious who this person could be... but how did they get his number? Obviously, a stalker knows everything. But what really creeped Eren out was that he couldn't delete or block the number. How the hell is that even possible? Not being able to block or delete? That's some messed up stuff. Eren decided to ignore the text. Fuck that person—he knew how to ignore people. Besides, they texted him on Messages, not on WhatsApp, where he was actually active. Messages in the Messages app were just gathering dust.

Eren closed his phone and shut his eyes. He felt so... nervous? It was stupid, really. He was the most extroverted person in his friend group, but this felt different, though he couldn't quite figure out why. Maybe it was the feeling of getting serious? Maybe it was actually having to earn money. Sometimes he wished he could go back in time, just be a kid with no worries. Lately, everything had changed—everything had gotten so expensive. He wondered how the future generation would even be able to buy a house or apartment. They were already half a million. People were so greedy for money these days.

He had a huge dream, a dream that started as a dream and would end as a dream.

What he wanted wouldn't be possible to achieve—maybe a place to help people in need. Give them a little place to stay, like a hotel. Get them clean, help them find a job. He wanted to expand it across the world, become a big company. But if he ever suggested it, he'd be laughed at so hard. It was financially impossible to even start something like that. What would he earn? Nothing. He'd lose money instead of making a single penny. It would always stay a dream, and that's okay. Though, it's still a cool dream to have.