I'm Eren Yeager

Eren's POV

My heart pounded like a war drum as I stood outside the door to my room—our room. Faint moonlight trickled through the hallway window, casting a soft glow on me.

I was gasping for air like I'd just sprinted through Shiganshina. My hands trembled as I tugged at the fabric of my white shirt, then adjusted the crooked bow tie at my throat.

I wiped the beads of sweat from my forehead with the sleeve of my black coat, then patted down my pants, trying to make myself look halfway presentable.

My belt felt too tight, my hair felt messy even though were neatly combed my nerves were completely fried. I cleared my throat in a futile attempt to steady my voice.

"Alright, Eren," I muttered under my breath. "You've faced Titans, Hange's experiments and Levi's cleaning orders. You can handle—ugh, fuck, no, I can't do this!" I sighed feeling a bit frustrated.

Without hesitation my fist collided with my face in a desperate attempt to knock some sense into myself.

"Argh! Dammit!" I yelped, instantly regretting my self-inflicted pain. Rubbing my cheek, I looked up, only to see Levi standing a few feet away, arms crossed, his expression a mixture of irritation and pity.

His attire matched mine, black and white with crisp, clean lines, but of course, he wore it like he'd stepped out of a damn magazine.

"Oi, idiot," Levi said in his usual bored tone. "What the hell are you doing standing out here? Did she already kick you out on the first night?"

I shot him a glare, feeling the heat rise to my face. "No, she didn't kick me out! I just…" My eyes darted to the door. Because behind this door… my wife… Mikasa… is sitting on our bed in her white wedding dress, waiting for me. The thought alone made my brain short-circuit.

I groaned, running a hand through my hair as if that would fix the chaos in my head. "Uhhhh... It all happened so fast, Levi. One minute I'm giving her a scarf, the next I'm married. What the hell even happened?!"

Levi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Idiot weren't you the one who proposed her the other day, crying like a little bitch-boy."

I froze, wide-eyed, and hissed, "You're not helping!"

"Wasn't trying to," he deadpanned. "Now get your scrawny ass in there—and for god's sake, don't start fucking each other like pigs. And listen, if she kicks you out, don't come running to me. I've had it enough with this wedding crap."

Levi rubbed his temples like he was nursing the world's worst headache. "Tch… Fifteen-year-old kids already playing house. Give me a break. Whatever, I'll go sleep now."

I shot him a look, feeling both embarrassed and annoyed. Typical Levi. Couldn't even let me have one damn night of peace.

With a final glance at him, his expression still stoic but somehow smug, I turned back to the door. My hand hovered over the doorknob as the weight of reality hit me again. Behind that door was Mikasa. My wife.

I swallowed hard, my breath shaky. Alright, Eren. You've looked death in the eyes, killed countless titans and stood up to Levi's insults. How hard can this be?

…Turns out, a hell of a lot harder.

"Here goes nothing..." I muttered, steeling myself as my hand finally made contact with the handle. The cool metal felt almost icy against my palm, grounding me in the moment.

I twisted the knob slowly, the sound of the latch clicking open reverberating in the stillness. The door creaked faintly as I pushed it open, and warm light spilled out, bathing me in a soft glow as I stepped inside.

The room was modest but beautiful, bathed in the amber light of a single lantern hanging by the window. The faint scent of lavender lingered in the air, a calming contrast to the whirlwind of nerves in my chest.

A small table in the corner held an arrangement of white lilies, their delicate petals stark against the wooden walls.

The bed—our bed—was neatly made, with a crisp white quilt draped over it, the fabric faintly shimmering as the light hit it. The sight alone felt surreal.

It wasn't long before my gaze landed on two photo frames. One hung on the wall above the bed, commanding attention with its elegant placement. The other rested quietly on the bedside table, its presence more subtle yet equally significant.

The frame on the wall held a painting—majestic and vivid—a memory captured from our wedding day. We stood side by side, smiling warmly as Armin, the artist behind the masterpiece, immortalized the moment.

My eyes then shifted to the frame on the bedside table, and a wave of nostalgia crashed over me. The scene in that frame was softer, more intimate. It was another one of Armin's creations—a tender depiction of Mikasa and me, sleeping peacefully beneath the shade of a tree.

The simplicity of it struck a chord, the memory so vivid that I could almost feel the warmth of the sunlight filtering through the branches that day.

A smile crept onto my lips, my chest tightening with a mix of emotions as my gaze slowly lifted.

And there she was.

Sitting at the edge of the bed, her form illuminated by the faint, warm light from the bedside lamp. Mikasa.

My Mikasa.

Her wedding dress cascaded down like a waterfall of silk, pooling slightly at her feet. The intricate lace detailing caught the lantern light, casting faint shadows that danced across her skin. Her hands rested on her lap, fingers fidgeting slightly as if she were as nervous as I was.

Her hair, usually tied back for practicality, now fell in soft waves around her shoulders, framing her face. She looked... ethereal. Like something out of a dream I didn't deserve to have.

Her eyes met mine, dark and steady, and in that instant, every frantic thought in my head came to a screeching halt. She smiled—soft, warm, and utterly disarming.

"Hey," I managed to say, my voice cracking slightly as I tried to act casual. Not that it worked. My heart was hammering so hard it felt like the whole room could hear it.

"Hey," she replied, her voice calm and steady, though there was a faint flush on her cheeks. Was she nervous too? That thought gave me a strange sense of relief, as if we were in this together.

The faint flicker of the lantern made her look like she was glowing, her shadow stretching across the room and blending with mine.

I stepped forward, my polished shoes clinking lightly against the wooden floor. The air between us felt charged, heavy with anticipation.

For a moment, I just stood there, staring like an idiot, trying to find the right words yet the breathtaking image of her kept me grounded.

I cleared my throat, gripping the back of my neck awkwardly. "So, uh... this is our room."

Mikasa tilted her head slightly, amusement flickering in her eyes. "I noticed," she teased, her voice soft and light.

I let out a nervous chuckle, scratching the back of my head. Okay, Eren, pull yourself together. How hard can this really be? This was Mikasa. Right? But fuck... I have no idea what to do next.

"Hey, Eren..." she said softly, her voice like a warm breeze cutting through the weight of my thoughts.

I glanced up, startled, as she stood from the bed, her graceful movements drawing my full attention. Her pristine white dress trailed slightly behind her, a whisper against the wooden floor. My eyes darted nervously from her face to random points around the room, unable to focus.

Her gloved hand rose and brushed against my cheek, the delicate fabric cool against my flushed skin. I froze, every nerve in my body screaming at the tenderness of her touch. She smiled—a small, knowing smile that made her eyes narrow slightly, sparkling with affection that sent my heart into overdrive.

My breath hitched as her other hand reached out and tugged at my shoulder, pulling me closer to her. Her movements were so certain, so deliberate, it caught me completely off guard.

Her hand thentrailed from my shoulder, her gloved fingers sliding down to my chest, her touch gentle yet commanding.

"You're trembling," she said, her voice low but steady, carrying a teasing edge.

"I'm not," I muttered, though my voice betrayed me, cracking slightly.

Her eyebrows lifted, her smile widening as if daring me to deny it again. I swallowed hard, my throat tight, and my gaze dropped to the floor.

"Eren," she said, her voice soft now, almost soothing. Her hand found its way to my cheek, tilting my face upward. "Don't sweat it, it's just me."

I bet she could feel my heart hammering beneath her gentle touch, the rhythm so wild it felt like it might burst free. The soft scent of lavender clung to her, weaving its way into my senses and muddling every coherent thought.

My throat felt dry as I looked down, forcing the words out in a shaky whisper, "Please… don't look at me like that, or I swear I'm gonna die of a heart attack…"

She started to chuckle softly, "Am I that scary?"

"No," I whispered, my voice rough. "You're… just that beautiful."

Her cheeks flushed, and she bit her lip, her confidence wavering for just a moment. My hand instinctively moved to cover hers, which was still resting on my chest.

"Mikasa…" I said, barely managing to get her name out without my voice cracking. "I'm not sure how you do it, but you make me forget how to breathe."

She let out a soft laugh, her thumb gently stroking the fabric of my shirt where her hand rested. "Maybe you just need more practice."

Her teasing tone broke through my nerves, and I found myself chuckling despite the chaotic drumbeat of my heart. I tightened my hand over hers, grounding myself in her touch.

"I think you're trying to kill me," I said, half-joking, half-serious.

She chuckled softly, her voice stirring something deep within me, a warmth that radiated straight to my chest. Her charcoal-blue eyes, deep and filled with affection, seemed to see right through me, making every nerve in my body stand on edge.

As she leaned closer, her arms draped snugly around my neck, pulling me in just a bit more so that my head could find it's place on her shoulder. The scent of lavender enveloped me, and for a second, I thought I might lose myself in her completely.

She looked so damn beautiful—so breathtakingly beautiful—that mere words couldn't do her justice. It wasn't just the way she looked, but how she made me feel—like I was the only thing that mattered in the world.

The warmth of her body pressed against mine, and I could feel the gentle beat of her heart, perfectly in sync with my own. It was almost too much, the closeness, the undeniable pull between us, but all I could do was hold her tighter, as if afraid she might disappear if I didn't.

My head was spinning, every thought scattering as my hands found their place at her waist, pulling her just a little closer. The world seemed to blur around us, but her presence—so real, so tangible—grounded me. I slowly pulled back from the hug, my gaze meeting hers briefly, her gray eyes filled with so many unspoken things that I could hardly breathe.

Before I could even process what I was doing, I leaned in, my lips pressing gently against hers. Her lips were soft, slightly chapped from the winter air, but that only made the kiss feel more raw, more real.

Time seemed to stretch as I lost myself in the warmth of her, the way she fit perfectly against me, the quiet rhythm of our breaths melding together.

My thoughts felt like they were slipping away, each second that passed leaving me more breathless, more disoriented. Mikasa, so close, so tangible, moved with a purpose, her body guiding me forward.

My mind was a haze, every step she took, I followed, her touch an anchor, pulling me deeper into this moment I couldn't quite grasp.

"Eh?" I gasped as the back of my shoe caught on the edge of the bed. Before I could even process what was happening, we tumbled onto it, and there she was, atop me, her lips crashing into mine with a hunger I hadn't expected, fierce and urgent.

Her tongue, warm and eager, brushed against mine, coaxing me to respond, to melt into her. I couldn't help but let go, my hands tracing the soft curve of her back, pulling her closer, closer still, as if the space between us was too much.

"Umhmm..." She moaned, her hands cupping my cheeks, and I deepened the kiss, our mouths moving together in a beautiful, desperate rhythm. Her tongue slid against mine. And I could feel her warmth seep deep in me.

"E... Ereh..."

"Mika?"

"Please... Don't... Don't stop..."

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