The walls were dark, dim light with a small touch of blue or red for ambiance; that's how Lilith liked it. The colors were dependent on her mood really, Eren smiled. It was a good thing he knew how to read her well, so he could change the color for her liking. She always appreciated when he did, a happy Lilith was always something Eren liked to see. He lived to please Lilith, she always did good by him, so he tried his best to do what she liked. It actually didn't take much to please her, but Eren knew she liked the extra attention and effort. Hard workers were always well appreciated at their establishment. For some strange reason, many who got hired outside of the family never lasted very long here however… Eren guessed the lifestyle just wasn't for them.

His thoughts were rambling, but even still he was hyper aware of the soft fingers threading through his hair. Lilith. Her stance was powerful as they sat at their normal spot in the club. Eren was sitting cross legged on the pillow at her feet, his pillow, leaning against her own crossed legs as she sat at the cushioned bar seat. Watching the club with her head held high, one hand in her lap and the other in Eren's hair. He spared a moment to look up at her. She was in her element here, in charge. Relaxed, but alert.

So many people thought that because of his dedication to her that he was her sub, but really, he wasn't. Not in the way they meant. He was devoted to her, loyal in a way that held no romance of human sexuality. He gave himself to her when she proved that she was there for him. Now, he was hers to bend, to lean on, to break. He trusted her not to break him unless it was her last resort. The only option left.

Something akin to a shudder went down Eren's spine as he tried to go back to the computer on his lap. Someone was staring at them, at him; Eren causually looked up. Two men, blatantly staring at him. Eren almost lost his breath. No. A smaller blonde man, and a male with two toned hair. Eren had seen them, he knew them. He put his head down and silently prayed that they would ignore him. That they would come over. Good lady luck may they not walk over.

But of course, Eren's luck had never been the best has it?

Bright blue eyes caught his own strangely teal eyes, dammit. Excitement lit in the sky blue eyes and they came closer, dragging the other male with them. They looked, hopeful, happy. Please Arming, please don't be so happy to see brown hair and turquoise eyes. It's not worth it.

Eren kept the indifferent expression on his face, eyes blank and pale lips in a straight line against his tanned face. He was another person now, he'd just have to convince them of that. He wasn't Eren. Not anymore. They were a lot closer now, stopping right in front of Eren. They looked so different from back then. Armin was donning a collar, a submissive, Eren mused, yeah that felt like Armin. Armin was in plain attire, it mustn't have been just a quick visit if Armin was still in his work clothes. The public library. A good college job, how old was Armin now? A year younger than himself so, maybe twenty-three. Armin was probably still in college. He could see Armin in a good college. It was where he belonged.

His attention shifted, Jean, or as he used to be called, Horse Face. He was a little more cleaned up, a dress shirt and a nice jacket. Holding a leash that was connected to Armin's collar. If it weren't more obvious that they were together the bands were the final straw. A purple band on Armin's wrist, a white band on Jean's. Collared and not free to play. Eren hadn't ever considered those two ever getting together, but he guessed as long as Jean was good to Armin… it wasn't exactly a horrible pairing. God, they were so different, foreign.

The brown boy shrugged it off easily enough, he must have looked so different as well. Hopefully different enough to make them think he wasn't him. He was a free spirit, so him kneeling at Lilith's feet, his head leaning against her knee, her hand in his hair. Maybe they would get it as a mistaken identity, right? His attire too, a collar, skinny jeans and a simple tank top, also something he wouldn't used to wear, not that they probably noticed. Their attention was mostly on his face, and the wristband he wore. Turquoise. A band meant only for him. It was one of the employee bands, given to show people who was who in the staff. Just in case someone needed anything from them. His was very clear on the color chart posted around the club, the second listing from the top.

Turquoise: Co-Owner

Eren squinted a bit at the sign, someone's handwriting was scribbled on the side.

Lilith's property, touch her boo and she'll probably cut you. The ghost of a smile hovered on Eren's lips. God damn it Anna, she was supposed to be on his side. Though, the notion was true, Lilith really would stab anyone who touched him wrongly, that's how they were. A unique bond really, that worked in very odd ways.

He was Lilith's, and only hers. Until the day he fell in love and found someone for himself, his whole and complete service was to her. He was in her debt after all. He needed her, just as she needed him. She was a great dom, taking care of people and their needs is where she excelled, but when it came to living in reality or the little details of life, she wasn't the best. Eren was her anchor, keeping her life together. Kind of like a secretary, but not. Eren was Eren, not a secretary, or a servant, and that's what Lilith always told him. A voice broke through his thoughts.

"Can I help you boys?"

Small A/N right here, but I just want to let you all know, yes. The chapters will get longer, I like to keep them at least 1 k though, and the first chapter just got way too long for my liking, so I broke it up into a prologue and a chapter I'm sorry if you think they're too short! But shorter chapters are how I keep consistent updates, so please hold on until the action picks up and the chapters are manage-ably longer -signed, Ridley the author