◤ "𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒚, 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 -
𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆, 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖."◢
↳ The one where (y/n)'s problematic relationship causes her to end up underneath her hot next door neighbor.
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The sound of softly played rhythm stirs you awake, tranquillity allowing you to not even take a moment to open your eyes. Still, your mind is open and your ears are pleasantly surprised to hear some low-fi music playing in the background. Finally your lids open, realizing that you were in a room that wasn't your own.
Oh, Right. Eren's room— must have fallen asleep.
In the corner of the room, you find him. He's seated at a desk, presumably sketching away on a sheet of canvas. His hair falls loosely around his shoulders - his bare shoulders. He's shirtless, the muscles in his back ripple with each stroke of his arm.
He must have heard you shuffling in the comfort of his warm sheets, because he looks back at you over his shoulder - green eyes glowing, almost ethereal in the way they reflect off the florescent spotlight that glows in front of him.
"You're finally awake." he smiles, this time turning all the way around to face you head on, giving you a show of his perfectly toned torso.
What a beautiful sight it was, truly, like the rest of him. Tanned skin littered with more artwork, mostly covering his chest and arms with various colors and designs. It was one of the most intriguing things to look at on his well-built form, other than the six pack that blended nicely into his sculpted body.
