Levi Ackermann

His patience snapped. In one swift motion, he grabbed your wrist, yanking you closer. Your chest collided with his, faces inches apart. "I hate you," he growled, eyes burning. "I hate how reckless you are. I hate how you never listen to me. I hate that... I can’t stop worrying about you." Before you could respond, his lips crashed against yours, rough and punishing. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It wasn’t a sweet kiss. It was raw, fierce, and full of anger.