𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣
in a desperate attempt to get away from your obsessive ex-boyfriend, you strike an unlikely deal with student council president levi ackerman. known for his cold and untouchable aura, he's a man rumo...
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A KISS IN THE MOONLIGHT
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the moon hung low, casting its pallid wash over a town half-asleep. shadows knifed across cracked pavements, streetlamps bleeding halos that dissolved unevenly into the asphalt. everything seemed anaemic as though the night itself had given up.
you were slung over levi's shoulder like contraband, your head lolling, hair tickling his back. irritation flared even through your haze; you balled a fist and gave his shoulder a weak but pointed punch.
"p-put me down, levi! i'm not a parcel!"
he ignored you until a staircase came into view—steps descending toward the empty street, overlooking the quiet municipality. when he set you down, your knees buckled immediately, the stone's chill biting through your body as you collapsed.
you gripped your temples, a hiss breaking from your lips."ugh...everything's spinning. it's all coming right at me..."
the president seated himself beside you, peering over to detect the hem of your skirt creeping dangerously up your thighs.
his face flushed."tch—brat. your dress is riding up!" he scolded, harsher than he meant to.
you scoffed, unbothered."who cares? i'm wearing underwear...it's not the end of the world."
levi exhaled sharply. wordlessly, he stripped off his blazer and draped it across your lap, its weight and cosiness grounding you in ways you couldn't articulate.
"sorry," you whispered into the fabric."it's your birthday, and i'm the one making a spectacle."
"i don't care about that," levi countered swiftly."what matters is your appalling lack of judgment tonight. why did you drink yourself half-dead?"
your head tilted lazily toward him, pupils glazed, but underneath the alcohol was a truth begging to be spoken."you really wanna know?" your snort was void of humour."it's because you broke my heart."
levi's soul fell silent at your answer.
"so i had to find a way to numb it," you added, almost to yourself, as if expressing it out loud would somehow make it hurt less. but it didn't. it never did.
