"i get everything, be it a dancing slut or the innocence of an angel."
Eren Yeager, the biggest mafia leader also has a lot of enemies and enviers behind his back.
And sometimes he is very possessive.
Eren also takes everything he wants.
And he gets...
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you are my suffering and you are my cure. you are my breath, which i need to survive. otherwise i will die without you..
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jean's gaze, filled with pure hatred, continued to look floch in the eye and he slowly became afraid, turning his head slightly to the side. "go, i'll bring her back."
floch nodded. before he left, he gave you an 'annoyed' look and you did too. surprised by jean, you turned to him. however, you tried not to look him in the eye. but it was impossible, you both stood there and your moment when you looked into each other's eyes felt like years. as if all the beautiful moments were just repeating themselves in your head. they were memories you didn't want to let go of. but you yourself felt compelled to finally let them go. they hurt you.
"forgive me y/n... but-..."
"but what?? you lied to me for years? jean i told you everything, i trusted you. now i know i can't even trust those i would have put my heart into fire."
"don't talk like that..."
"why not? probably because you wouldn't even put your finger in the fire for me. but what the hell, what else can i expect from you."
"if i don't listen to his orders, i'm dead."
"i would even risk my life for you... or so i thought."
there was rage in you. hatred. sadness. doubt.
you wondered why you couldn't just live a normal life without problems? again and again your shoulders were burdened with problems that brought you to crying nights. not a single night passed where you stared blankly into the walls, hoping you would quickly fall asleep and never wake up again.
then there was the thing with the drugs. it pulled you down a lot yourself. and you dragged others down with it, too.
you hurt yourself with it. and you also hurt others with it.
your gaze roamed over all the doors, where security with weapons stood and watched everything they could observe with their eyes. but you wanted to risk it.
you didn't want to be with eren. and not with jean. just alone. with your feelings. without any lies and falsehood of others.
you just wanted to be free.
free from pain, free from suffering, free from lies and other things.
even if the freedom probably already disappeared without you noticing it.
your knee moved with a bump to jean's lower middle. while he hissed in pain and fell to the floor, you ran. you ran to a nearby door and deftly grabbed the security guard's gun and tossed it away, but the security guard quickly had the gun in his hand and tried to shoot you.
