Screw the rules - Eren Yeager

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The morning light filtered softly through the cracks in the curtains as S/N woke up. She stretched lazily, her muscles lightly protesting with the vivid memory of the previous night. The bed, warm and soft, was empty. She frowned and ran her hand over the sheet beside her — still warm. Eren had already gotten up.

With a lazy sigh, she sat on the edge of the bed, massaging her neck and thighs marked by his hands. An involuntary smile curved her lips. Definitely an unforgettable night.

She got up and walked to the bathroom, turning on the bathtub. The sound of the water filling the space was almost therapeutic. While waiting, she calmly went through her morning hygiene routine, letting the hot water ease the lingering traces of last night’s intense pleasure.

After a long while immersed, she stepped out of the bathtub, wrapped herself in a towel, and headed to the closet to choose a light yet elegant outfit. She put on a fitted short-sleeved blouse and tailored pants, tying her hair into a high ponytail. Ready, she descended the stairs with silent steps.

When she reached the living room, she saw a scene that warmed her heart: Eren, wearing a dress shirt with rolled-up sleeves, sitting at the table with Ellie in his lap, helping her spread butter on her bread. Carla was calmly sipping her tea beside them, smiling with that proud-grandmother look.

S/N approached and, before saying a word, leaned in and gave the little girl a loving kiss on the cheek.

"Good morning, my little one."

"Mommy!" Ellie responded excitedly, hugging her.

She smiled, kissing her daughter’s forehead, then turned to Carla.

"Good morning, Carla. Thank you for everything."

"Always a pleasure, dear," the woman replied warmly.

Finally, her eyes met Eren’s. He gave her a small smirk, that look full of double meanings still lingering. She sat beside him and gave him a quick peck, discreet, yet full of complicity.

After breakfast, S/N went upstairs with Ellie to the little girl’s room, helping her get dressed for school. They laughed as she brushed the girl's hair, and S/N savored every second of that simple, love-filled routine.

Soon they were in the car, Eren behind the wheel, S/N in the front seat, and Ellie in the back with her lunchbox on her lap. After dropping their daughter off at school with a kiss and tight hugs, the two headed toward the company building.

At the office, Eren went straight to his room while S/N joined the rest of the team. The morning flew by between tasks, conversations, and glances exchanged from afar. Until, in the early afternoon, her phone vibrated.

A discreet notification:
Message from Eren
"I need you in my office. Now."

She bit her lower lip, her heart speeding up. The way he wrote made it clear this wasn’t just about work.

S/N stood up, smoothed her clothes, and walked with controlled steps through the quiet corridors. Her hand already on his door handle.

She entered Eren’s office, closing the door carefully behind her. He was standing, leaning against the front of his desk, arms crossed, looking at her with a smile that mixed seriousness and something more… intimate.

"Did you lock the door?" he asked in that low, provocative tone.

"I did," she replied, walking toward him with attentive eyes. "Expecting another round of delicious torture?"

He let out a small laugh through his nose and shook his head.

"Not this time. Today is more serious."