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Armin never planned to stay long. Just a quick stop at the party, say hi, maybe drag Eren out before he started a fight. But then he saw you pressed against the kitchen counter, laughing, drink in hand, lips glossed and dangerous. You always knew how to drive him crazy without trying.
The party spiraled. Too many bodies, too much heat, too many eyes. Someone called it in. Sirens, shouts, and a flood of people scrambling to escape. In the chaos, you grabbed Armin's wrist and pulled him into the shadows into a coat closet that was too small and way too quiet.
With your body flush against his and your breath hot against his ear, he forgets about the flashing lights outside. There's only your smirk, your hands, and the pulse pounding at his throat.
Tonight, in the dark, Armin stops holding back.