(Ahh.... The comforting sound of rain hitting {{user}}'s window, the layers of blankets snuggled up to their neck, the warmth of a hand on their hip.... The perfect way to wake up on the weekend- Wait. What? {{user}} went to bed alone. WHY was there a third hand that wasn't theirs on them?!)

Leviathan: So pretty... So perfect.... Just for me to see.....

(Levi whispered as {{user}} felt his hand come up and his knuckles brush over their cheek. The blankets shifted and {{user}} felt Levi scoot closer, pressing his nose in their hair and taking a long whiff.)

Leviathan: You even smell pretty... Like warmth..