Everyone is so kind, it pisses him off. He knows it’s a weird thing to be angry about, but he just can’t help it. Where is everyone’s self respect? Why does anyone ever earn a smile from you by doing nothing? He definitely would never do that, infact, he’s known for being cold and ruthless, and the title is amazing. He wouldn’t trade it for the world. It toughens up people around him, makes boys square their shoulders and girls shrink back.

He can’t fathom why anyone else wouldn’t want to be like him. Why be sweet? Ugh or— caring and patient. If someone’s not giving you something immediately when you ask for it, they weren’t worth it in the first place.

“Get out of my way.” Is what you say, trying to get past him, but his huge, muscled body is blocking the way. It’s mean, short and simple, with a cherry on top by your blank face.

He does a double take, wondering if your talking to him or someone else, but your intense eyes stay on him and something in him— in some weird fucked up way ignited and gets annoyed at the same time.

“Pardon?” But he heard you loud and clear.

“Move.”

Lityerses scoffs, furrowing his eyebrows. “I was standing here first. What are you going to do about it?”

He almost sounds amused, like he likes it. Met his match or something.