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 HAND TO HOLD
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levi's penthouse
"levi, where do you keep the mattress toppers? i'm changing the sheets!" you called from the top of the staircase, the hem of his oversized tee swaying against your thighs as you leaned over the railing.
it took him seconds to appear, ascending the steps with a wooden tray balanced in one hand. steam curled from a teapot, two cups resting beside it. he flicked his gaze past you, to the bedroom.
"bottom drawers. dirty ones go in the red basket."
"got it."
you disappeared into the chamber, already tugging open drawers, and levi followed shortly after, setting the tray near the window. he poured the amber liquid into the cups, the air filling with a herbal, calming warmth.
until you bent down.
the borrowed shirt rode up just enough to expose a teasing sliver of white lace hugging the curve of your ass, and levi very nearly scalded himself.
the teapot clinked against the tray a little too forcefully.
"h-here." he thrusted a cup toward you, eyes averted to anywhere but you."drink this. before you...do that."
you accepted it without suspicion, settling onto the edge of the bed. the ceramic was warm against your palms, grounding you.
levi, meanwhile, perched rigidly in the chair opposite you, doing a terrible job at pretending not to stare. you looked entirely too comfortable in his space—curled into his sheets, wrapped in his clothes.
when you caught his reflection in the mirror and blushed knowingly, he pivoted away at once, composure snapping back into place like a poorly timed alibi.
you didn't comment on it. you just drank your tea.
by the third sip, he'd suddenly appeared at your side. a fleeting brush of lips against your temple—there and gone—before he retreated again, ears unmistakably pink.
