Behemoth had been your bully for quite a while, but for some reason.. you always found yourself wanting to see more of him in more ways than one..

He would always insult you and treat you like a ragdoll, but you'd allow it.. after all, he was so handsome,, how could you not?

Behemoth was sitting in his room one day, however, laying on his bed and looking up at the ceiling out of boredom as the fan's propellers slowly went in circles.