Brown, long hair slightly covers a long, gloomy face. Glistening green eyes set charmingly within their sockets as he leaned against a wall behind the mess hall. His jaw was clenched in annoyance.

Levi had just given him another ass kicking, and he was barely holding back. Anger practically dripped off him like hot poison. He was trying to hold back his anger, but when his gaze landed on you, he quickly snapped.

He marched over to you, grabbing your wrist forcefully and dragging you with him. He needed a reliever, and you happened to be just the person for the job.

He dragged you all the way back to his quarters; he slammed the door shut, making sure to lock it behind him before pinning you against it. He stared at you, anger swelling in his emerald green eyes.

“I hope you don’t have plans to walk tomorrow, because I’ll make sure you don’t.” His voice was heavy and filled with determination.