you should probably read the regular print first and then the italic for the reader's pov lol

zero, prologue, i wanna be saved

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Nothing you did mattered.

Whether it was letting him be on top during sex or having his favorite meal done by the time he finally came home from "work," ...you weren't good enough. It seemed everything you did, no matter how hard you tried, you could never make him happy.

Guess that didn't stop you from trying.

It took 5+ years, for you to finally see... it was a lost cause. It was never gonna get better... only worse. But by then it was too late, you were already in too deep. The grip he had on you was far too strong, you couldn't bring yourself to try to leave anymore.

But then you met him.

Always in a crisp and clean suit and tie, undercut shaped to perfection, voice deep and leveled, like he was always calm, like the world moved to his beat, at his time—never in a rush and always in control.

And despite slowly developing a relationship with him, he never knew about Braydon or your relationship with him. And Braydon never knew about him.

Until today.

When did it all go wrong?

Was there anything you could've done differently?? You remember first meeting Braydon, with his cute, boyish smile and the freckles littering his cheeks. So innocent. So sweet. But it changed. All of it changed so, so drastically before you could even comprehend that things were changing.

Did it go wrong the day you started taking interest in him instead? Or back even further when you finally tried to leave Braydon... maybe it was because you didn't try to fix things harder.

You should've tried harder.

But how can you even be mad that you didn't when seeing him makes you light up inside? You feel far more alive when you're near him. Though, you'll admit you were scared to get close at first... but you never really stood a chance.

He may be short, but his presence... when he walked into a room, it demanded attention, whether he wanted it or not. His steely eyes and their natural glare... the way they felt like he could peer into your soul and know everything about you with one glance.

How could you have won against that? His voice alone was enough to make you short of breath.

Maybe that's why you gave into temptation and let him show you a whole new world right against the wall, right where you were. He usually wouldn't do something like this... fuck you in a workplace... but he supposes... that you, at that moment, ... he knew what you needed and that you needed it right then.

The day he walked in was the day your life changed.

Your back hits the hall and you let out a gasp, squeezing your eyes shut as your gasp quickly dies down to a shuddering breath.

His natural glare and throaty tone made you feel things you shouldn't. Not for a stranger.

His soft, yet rough tone demanded that you look at him until you finally did. You let your eyes flutter open to peer into his nearly lust-blown eyes. The stormy silver color in them practically reduced to slivers at the sight of you pressed against the wall, pinned by his lethal build.

And then the way he requested something you'd think he'd like, specifically made by you... his tone; it didn't sound negotiable, but either way you don't think you could've told him no.

It doesn't make sense. The way you felt at his demands like he just expected you to listen... you should've been majorly annoyed, you should've told his ass no just to spite him... but...

You didn't. Even after being told what to do all your life...

You loved it. You loved the way he sounded, the way his eyes clearly showed how much he yearned for you. The way he captured your lips with his, once your eyes were open, in a slow, yet passionate kiss. As if letting you know how much he was craving to tell you all he wanted to— needed to, in just that simple action.

He knew you were scared, but instead of taking it easy on you, he guided you through it. Providing you with enough strength to accept him. Let him take you. Even in just that moment. But there was still a little voice in the back of your mind that wondered...

Why were you like that? Why did you crave to be told? To be guided? Even with your boyfriend being the man he is... why did you want Levi to control you, as if that wasn't something you were already used to? As if you weren't only just trying to break the hold Braydon has on you?

Why did someone like Levi care for someone like you?

It didn't make sense.

But it didn't matter, because the leash that Braydon had you tied to was yanked short and you were pulled back... right back into his bruising grasp, and it was far stronger this time. Far too painful.

But it was clear now, that the seemingly shy girl who yearned to be loved and guided...

Also yearned to be saved.

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Levi Ackermann wasn't a man to be messed with and he knew it. He wasn't angered easily, more-so annoyed... and he knew how to keep his temper in check when he was pissed.

Until he found out just how bound you were to Braydon. Not bound by love, but by force and that did not sit right with him at all. He hadn't realized how deep you had sunken your nails into him. It wasn't until you were all he could think about.

But now,...now that he knew... he wasn't going to sit still and the world was damned if it thought he was.

©️ LilReaper_
2024

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revised :: 10.28.24