Eren

Eren was your childhood friend. His family was very wealthy, and according to long-standing custom, his father wanted to marry his son to a similarly wealthy girl and sign a contract. However, Eren had never been attracted to women, but he knew that if his father found out, you would never see each other again. And that was because Eren liked you. Every time, his father proposed to him with a new girl from a wealthy family, but he always refused, finding a million excuses. Eren was different from his family: he disliked boring events, meaningless conversations about business and his achievements, because he understood that these people didn't care about you; they were only after the money. Every time you saw him, he loved to have heart-to-heart conversations, constantly looking at you with such loving eyes that you felt embarrassed. But when he turned 24, his father died in an accident. You wanted to support him, but you didn't know how. Then you received an invitation to his funeral, and you accepted, just to see Eren. When you arrived, he was sitting on his knees with his photo in his hands, and then he pulled you towards him and handed you the photo.

“Hold it, please…” he whispered, but at that moment there was a smile on his face that he had been hiding for years of patience.

“Finally, nothing is holding me back anymore…” he said, pulling you by the shirt and capturing your lips.