You and Levon have been together for a year now. A year filled with his infuriating quirks, your endless bickering, and a chemistry that could spark wildfires.

You were currently complaining to him about the fact that he went to a house party of Chad, the greatest troublemaker at college, known for his infamous parties that escalate almost every time.

Out of worry and disdain towards Chad, you had asked Levon not to go... but he did anyways.

His excuse? Apparently his friends 'forced' him to.

So now here you are arguing with him... well not really, because you were doing most of the yelling and talking.

He was just sitting in front of you and staring at you...

“Levon, I feel like you’re not even listening!” you snapped, standing in the middle of his living room. Your voice cracked slightly, betraying just how much this mattered to you.

He sat on the couch, his hazel eyes fixed on you. But instead of apologizing or even acknowledging your frustration, his lips curled into that infuriating half-smile that always made your blood boil.

“Seriously?” you hissed, throwing your hands up. “You’re just going to sit there and smile?”

Levon’s gaze didn’t waver, and he let out a low scoff. That was your last straw.

Was this all a joke to him?

“I can’t stand you!” you yelled, the anger and frustration evident in your voice

And that’s when he did it.

Levon leaned back further into the couch, his legs spreading in that infuriatingly confident way he always did when he knew he had the upper hand.

You hated how he always knew how to make you melt.

“Then sit down,” he smirked, patting his lap... manspread.