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

05: Soon, very soon

Thursday, April 4th.

Levi sat in his office, glaring at anyone who dared to knock on his damn office door. He'd been in a bad mood for a few days now. His sweet obsession had started to ghost him. When he texted Eren yesterday to wait for him, Eren never replied, even when Levi tried to text him again. Eren just left him on delivered. His letters? They were stacking up on Eren's kitchen counter. He was a damn fool for even thinking someone would like him like this. Of course, who would fall in love with their damn stalker, right? But the truth is, Levi was too shy to go up to Eren and talk to him face to face.

He'd never been good at love, he knew; he'd never been good at relationships or feelings. But now he wanted to try. Eren was just so damn perfect. He thanked the gods every day that Levi was able to breathe the same air as Eren, to walk on the same floor. He'd never been an obsessive person—cleaning is an exception—but about a person? No, never. Eren was just so damn handsome; his eyes were what pulled Levi in. Every time Levi went into Eren's apartment to leave a letter, he couldn't help but walk into Eren's room when Eren was sleeping. Oh, how he was holding himself back from giving in and kissing Eren right then and there.

What mostly failed Levi's relationships—or more accurately, his situationships—were his possessive tendencies. It was so damn bad that he had just stopped trying to date altogether. He wasn't planning to date anytime soon—until he saw Eren on the beach one day.

Eren was like a breath of fresh air, a wave crashing on the shore. Sunlight danced in his hair, and in that moment, Levi felt something stir within him that he couldn't ignore. With every glance, he felt a pull on his heart, like the tide drawing him closer. It was as if, for the first time, he could see the possibility of something real.

In Eren's presence, the walls he'd built began to wane. Suddenly, there was a whisper of hope, a glimmer of what love could be—a love that could flow freely, like a gentle stream, washing away the fear and doubt that had held him back for so long.

He'd written so many letters to Eren, but they all felt wrong. Each time he sat down to craft the perfect message, it only seemed to push Eren further away. Levi didn't know what to do. Maybe it was their age gap? He was in his thirties, after all. Who would want to date an "old man" at such a young age?

Levi imagined Eren with someone a few years older, someone who felt more age-appropriate. Maybe someone taller, too.

Just then, someone burst through the door, and it was none other than Hange fucking Zoë. Levi glared at her, who pretended not to notice.

"Heya, shorty! How's it going?" she smiled sweetly, dropping onto the couch in the room. Levi scrunched his nose at her in disgust. She had a wrap in her hand, filled with an array of juices and sauces.

"If I see one spot of damn sauce drop on my couch, you're going to be cleaning this whole damn building." he threatened, but she seemed indifferent to it.

That's why he hated having friends. After a while, they learned not to take him seriously anymore. They knew he was just a big damn softie underneath all the gruffness.

"What do you want now?" Levi grumbled, twirling his pen between his fingers.

"Oh, just wanted to know about your sweet dating life!" Hange replied, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Levi glared at her, his brow furrowing further. What perfect timing. Just when he was overthinking everything, she was here to ask about it.

"I don't know. He's ghosting me." he muttered, feeling the weight of his frustration.

Hange paused mid-bite, blinking at him in confusion. "He... is?"