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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levi's penthouse
waking was like emerging from a dense fog. each pound in your skull was relentless, each throb reverberating like a war drum. your lips were cracked, your mouth sticky with the stale residue of last night's overindulgence.
the curtains strangled the sunlight, but even that stubborn glow bleeding through made it clear you'd overslept.
however, that wasn't what made your blood run cold.
you promptly shot up, muscles locking in horror.
this wasn't your room.
your pupils raced, cataloguing every alien detail. sleek, minimal furniture, the spotless floor, the smell of cleaning supplies lingering in the air.
a mortifying realisation sank into you. this was levi's penthouse.
you nearly pitched yourself out of bed, heat knotting in your stomach, equal parts shame and puzzlement. snatches of memory refused to align, so you pressed a hand to your temple and groaned."how did i end up here? what the hell happened last night?!"
the sound of your own voice answered. the entire apartment was eerily muted, save for the distant chirping of birds in the tree outside the window. levi was nowhere to be seen.
another brutal throb cracked through your dome.
you groped for your phone on the nightstand, its screen flaring white-hot against your strained eyes. 100% charge.
you scrolled through your caller log, heart hammering—blessedly, no regretful voicemails; no pitiful messages to people you'd regret contacting.
"unbelievable. i'm never drinking again..."
still wrapped in levi's oversized clothes, you hurriedly scooped up your scattered belongings.
you needed to get out of there. now.
(y/n)'s house
the walk of shame back home was bad enough; now you had to wrestle your unbearable hangover while trying to piece together whatever catastrophe had unfolded at levi's party.
