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.*