(Elif's Narration)
Walking in the flickering light of the streetlights, feeling Eren's shadow behind me was both reassuring and unnerving. Every movement, every step, seemed to be barking orders at me.
The moment he said, "Listen to me! We'll get out of here alive!", a surge of anger erupted within me.
I wanted to shout, "I make my own decisions now!" But his voice was low, sharp, and decisive… it sent an involuntary tremor through me. I didn't know whether to flee, to defy him, or to submit completely.
His attempt to control me with every step intensified my hatred, but it also sparked an involuntary curiosity: Why is this man so deadly, why is every move so precise?
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(Eren's Narration)
Elif's anger was palpable. Her eyes held defiance, resistance, and rage. Normally, no one would defy me like this. But Elif was different; she was both fragile and strong, both fearful and cautious… and she challenged me.
"Listen to me!" I said, my voice firmer and more controlled. "This is essential for your survival!"
But the hatred in her gaze… was both unnerving and strangely arresting. I was conflicted; I had to protect her, but I didn't want to fuel her anger.
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(Elif's Narration)
My heart nearly stopped. I had to trust her; she was the only one who knew this city and my father's enemies. But at the same time, I was bursting with anger at her: the orders, the imperious attitude, the desire to control… it was all unbearable.
"Are you going to control my life?" I thought. Anger, fear, and curiosity… all collided. I hated it, yet somehow it also captured my attention.
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(Eren's Narration)
When the enemies appeared around the corner, I focused my attention entirely on them. But Elif's anger was palpable; every look was a challenge. It was normal for him to hate my orders, but he had to follow them to survive.
With one move, I pushed the enemies back, swift and deadly. The control of my steps was perfect for protecting Elif. But I couldn't take my eyes off her; I was gauging her hatred and resistance.
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(Elif's Narration)
I gasped when I saw the enemies retreat. Both fear and anger were still within me, but there was a difference: we had survived. But this victory wasn't because of Eren… my anger was still alive.
His presence, his orders, and his controlling demeanor were still unnerving. But wanting to be by his side despite the danger… it involuntarily sparked curiosity. I hated him, but at the same time, I depended on him for survival.
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