Eren saw her face and body and knew he had to act like a man. Not like a young kid.
Even his inner side knew that and right now, he wasn't suppressing anything.
Rabbu-i felt it. Her posture stiffened and a deep flush spread down her neck to her chest. She pressed her thighs together under the table and her fingers trembled around the tea cup as his gaze lingered on her body. The raw charisma wasn't a skill and he wasn't using any active ability. It was just him looking at a beautiful woman with open desire and the stat amplifying every ounce of that intent into something physical.
Her breath quickened. She shifted in her chair and squeezed her legs tighter. A faint sheen of sweat appeared on her collarbones.
"How are the west barricade shifts holding up?" Eren asked casually. His voice was steady but his eyes didn't move from her body.
