I gulped heavily and forced myself to snap out of it. I couldn’t let myself be intimidated here.

I crossed my arms on my chest, glaring right back at Levi. “It’s the middle of the night.”

Levi clicked his tongue, obviously annoyed at my remark. “I’m a vampire,” he stated, as if that explained everything.

“You’ve never been nocturnal, to my knowledge,” I snapped back. I didn’t feel so tense anymore, letting my anger push back the instinctual fear, and I rolled my eyes at him. “Get the hell out of this room right now.”

“No. My lover left me; I need to get him back and slaughter everyone who’s ever hurt him,” he said in a tone sounding even more dangerous than before, just as he turned away from me to stare back at the computer screen.

I could only groan. “It’s a motherfucking game, Levi, it’s not going anywhere.” My sharp statement didn’t even phase him, instead he put his headphones back on and unpaused the game. I was just about done with his shit.

I marched forward to stand as close to him as I could and I glowered down at him until he paused the game again – of course, with yet another irritated click of his tongue. “What, Eren?”

“Turn it off or I turn it off for you,” I threatened as I raised my hand, hovering it dangerously close to the computer’s power button.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Eren!” Levi jumped, making a grab for my hand, but I was faster, stepping away and out of his reach.

I narrowed my eyes at him, pointedly staring at the sharp claws that would have ripped open my skip have I not escaped. Fucking bastard. “Or what? Levi, for the love of god, go to sleep.”

Levi glared at me silently for a moment before finally opening his mouth – and baring his fangs at me. “I have sharp teeth and I’m not afraid to use them on you.”

...Was he serious.

“Our fucking cat has sharp teeth. Levi I swear to god if you don’t come back to bed right now I’m calling Hanji to take you away for experiments. I know she’ll be so excited she’ll keep you in her lab and you won’t see that fucking game for a month.”

Dead silence settled over the game room following my statement.

I got the pleasure of watching as it settled in for him with his claws retreating and the room temperature raising slowly. I could practically see his figurative ears and tail drooping as he looked up at me with begging eyes. “But my lover is hurt,” he said in defiant tone that sounded so painfully defeated that I almost felt sorry for him.

“And your husband is pissed and telling you to come fucking cuddle.”