Love me to death

Resist

(Quick Author note: If you read my smut one-shot mine forever this open could make my sense since it gives a bit of back story but you don't have to. You won't be totally lost)
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Levi had never quite considered himself a weak person. Like most people, regardless of his supernatural nature, he had weaknesses. As a private and cautious person, Levi always aimed to hide those small faults whenever possible. He put forward extra effort to avoid showing his weak points, and in doing so, spent many sleepless nights planning to finally put an end to the beast.

Now, his work seemed pointless.

Levi wasn't lost on the concept of failure - he had, in fact, failed to kill Eren many times before - but never before had he ended up in a situation like this.

In their past meetings, Levi had occasionally been caught lost in the vampire's smoldering gaze, teased by him relentlessly, and sometimes - dare he say - shown the smallest inch of affection with suggestive tones and soft touches.

But Levi was no fool. He knew of Eren's alluring nature, and knew well how to avoid it.

At least, in the past he did.

Now, Levi wasn't quite so sure how he had allowed himself to fall victim to Eren's cruel ways. Vampires were known were for their hypnotic gazes, their soothing touches, but Levi had never experienced the feeling from one before.

He was more used to putting an end to any attempts at seducing him right away and exterminating the target before anything could get any further than that, but Eren... Eren was somehow different.

He was stronger, much more so than the others of his kind. His appearance was certainly appealing too, but Levi had never allowed that to blind him before... so why now?

Levi groaned and rolled his head to the side, his body aching. His neck was stiff, his limbs felt heavy, and he was cold.

Levi opened his eyes, blinking profusely to clear his vision. His efforts seemed useless, however, when he gained sight of the dimly lit, stone room he was in. After he glanced around carefully to avoid causing himself further pain, he quickly concluded that he was still in the castle, just in another part of it. The dungeon, most likely. Levi let out a shuddering sigh, tempted to wrap his arms around himself, but unable to. He frowned at the realization and quickly looked down at himself.

He was completely bare - which explained the occasional breeze he'd feel every now and then - with dried blood still lingering on his skin and metal cuffs secured tight around his thin wrists. Short chains were attached to the cuffs and hooked deep into the hard stone walls. This allowed him only the smallest amount of movement, and Levi realized that if he pulled hard enough the cuffs would only dig further into his skin.

Growling low at that, Levi jerked his wrist harder, wondering if his strength would aid him any in escape, but he quickly gave up his attempts. He felt terribly light-headed from just those short bursts of movement, and no matter how quick he could heal, it wouldn't be worth the pain and possibly of falling unconscious again.

Levi could barely hold his head up and that, along with his inability to move frequently without tiring out, lead him to believe it was somehow Eren's work.

Levi could not accurately recall what had happened after Eren had awoken. Most of his memories appeared to him in a daze. They were so foreign to him that he couldn't help but wonder if he was dreaming, as he was normally never so vulnerable, but that couldn't be possible.

It had felt all too real.

Suddenly struck with fear at the idea of having been captured by Eren, Levi struggled harder. He was panting hard throughout it, but he couldn't bring himself to stop.