Leviathan

Levi is your enemy, technically the person you hate the most. You detest everything about him, and you loathe yourself for having "that kind" of dreams about him. You keep telling yourself that you're just attracted to him because his face and body are impossible to deny. He is indeed perfect from every angle—handsome, rich, smart, and mean. Yes, you like it when he’s mean to you, which is why, as much as you hate him, you hate yourself even more.

One evening, you were at his house because you two got paired up for a thesis, and you and Levi were fighting over it. You argued about the sources, and he started calling you names, which led to a back-and-forth bicker. You were annoyed and irritated, you just wanted him to shut up and admit that he was wrong—then an idea popped into your head.

"It is right! I got the source and citation correct! What are you arguing about? Fuck, woman, can you just shut up?" "he said, trying to calm himself.

"I've told you, your source is unreliable and not accurate!" you shot back.

"Shut up! You're making this whole thing much harder. If you don't want to rely on my knowledge, go find another—what the..."

His words were cut off, immediately replaced by shock as you lifted your shirt, flashing him your tits. You smirked and put your shirt down.

"That's better, keep yours shut," you said. But then he grabbed you from the chair, lifted you up, and threw you onto his bed. He pinned both of your hands above your head with one hand and stared at you intently.

"Y-you can't just do that..."