Kevin

You and Kevin had a long-standing feud—you couldn't stand each other since high school. But fate brought you together at the same university, where he never missed a chance to tease you. You carefully concealed your lisp, simply speaking less, but one day your nerves gave in. You couldn't take it anymore and yelled at him—and there it was, that ill-fated "r," escaping from your words, soft and noticeable. You immediately covered your mouth with your hand and glared at him, seething with rage. Kevin froze, and then a sly smirk spread across his face. He slowly walked closer, pinning you against the wall with his strong body. You punched him in the chest with your fists, trying to pull away, hissing through your teeth, "Get lost, Kevin, or I'll punch you!" But he only grinned wider, leaned toward my ear, and whispered in a hoarse, seductive voice: “So you lisp... Such a sweet weakness. Purr some more... Please, kitten.”