Eren looked back at Kalina one more time from the alley entrance.
She was standing under the tree with her cheeks still puffed and her hair messy from portal wind and her expensive heels sinking into the damp grass between the roots. Her mascara was slightly smudged and her dress was wrinkled and she looked nothing like the cold composed department manager who had terrorized his professional life for half a decade.
She was hiding behind a tree from her own mother.
She's adorable.
It wasn't the cat bloodline or the Charisma stat or the Magician of Love class. It was just him. Eren looking at this woman who had pinched him four times today, bit his arm twice, screamed at his concubines, murdered a slime with one eye closed and was now sneaking around her parents' garden like a teenager after curfew.
When she wasn't in boss mode she was genuinely the sweetest person he'd met outside of Evon.
