Eren begged the girl who had brought him dinner to do him a favor.
A favor that cost him more than he was willing to admit.
“Please...” he said in a low voice. “I need you to deliver this letter.”
When he mentioned the recipient, his throat tightened.
“It’s for my father, Ethan.”
It felt strange, almost foreign, to refer to him as father. He had always avoided that word, as if saying it could open a wound that never fully healed. But at that moment, he had no other choice. Desperation pushed him to cross boundaries he had sworn never to touch again.
The young woman blushed at seeing him so close. Eren’s weary, pleading green eyes left her breathless for a moment. She swallowed and nodded.
“I will deliver it,” she promised.
Eren gave a slight nod of gratitude, though inside there wa
