Third Person POV

Eren stumbles backward. The rooftop tilts beneath him. Gravel slides under his boots. For a second, he thinks he’s fallings plunging into nothing, but he wills himself to stay upright. His heart hammers in his chest. Sweat drips down his face.

Nick laughs, sharp and cruel, circling him. “Careful, Eren. One slip, and your pretty little wife will never see you again.”

“Shut up!” Eren growls. His fists clench. His body aches from the fight, every muscle screaming, but he refuses to show weakness. “You don’t get to touch her. You don’t get to say her name!”

Nick smirks, stepping closer, eyes glinting. “Ah, Octavia… your precious...