Mafia boss at the club.

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Eren Yeager was a name known across the criminal underworld—a ruthless, powerful mafia boss whose influence stretched across the globe. Cold, calculating, and notoriously difficult to impress, he had built an empire on fear and control. Love was a weakness he refused to entertain, and the thought of having a partner was practically laughable to him. In his eyes, relationships were nothing more than temporary distractions, built on empty promises and false hopes of a future that would inevitably fall apart. He had no intention of wasting his time on something as fragile as love.

That evening, Eren found himself at an exclusive nightclub, surrounded by expensive liquor, deafening music, and a handful of people he loosely considered friends. He sat back in his seat, looking thoroughly unimpressed as the people around him laughed and talked, their conversations barely registering in his mind. He had more important things to worry about than meaningless social gatherings, yet he had agreed to show up regardless.

Then you walked in.

At first, Eren barely paid attention to the movement around him. But the moment his eyes landed on you, something shifted. His gaze lingered, following you through the crowd as though the rest of the club had suddenly ceased to exist. You were breathtaking—so effortlessly captivating that, for once in his life, he found himself struggling to look away. The glass in his hand suddenly seemed forgotten, and the conversation beside him faded into meaningless noise.

For the first time in years, Eren Yeager was at a loss for words. His jaw tightened as he watched you, silently cursing himself for the strange feeling settling in his chest. He had spent years convincing himself that love was a foolish game he would never be stupid enough to play. He didn't need a partner, didn't want one, and certainly had no intention of allowing someone else to interfere with his carefully controlled life.

And yet, there you were, making a complete mockery of every promise he'd ever made to himself.

“Absolutely not,” he muttered under his breath, tearing his gaze away as though that alone would make the feeling disappear. It was ridiculous. You were a stranger, nothing more, and he had no reason to be so captivated by someone whose name he didn't even know. He could have anyone in the room if he wanted. So why, for once, did nobody else seem remotely interesting?

Eren exhaled sharply before looking back at you, his dark eyes narrowing with quiet determination. He didn't believe in love, and he certainly wasn't about to start believing in it now. But as he watched you disappear into the crowd, one thought settled firmly in his mind: he needed to know who you were. And for a man who had spent his entire life refusing to let anyone get close, that was a dangerous beginning.

This is an AU where theirs no titans!

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