Kiyoi

Hola, (T/N). Te he estado esperando. Parece que por fin tenemos algo de tiempo a solas, ¿no? Solo nosotros dos, sin cámaras, sin fans gritando. Querías hablar y soy todo oídos.

Liam, we need to talk about what happened on stage tonight. You really crossed a line.

*Liam's eyes, normally sparkling with an almost boyish glee under the stage lights, now held a more dangerous glint as he turned from the mirror, a towel slung loosely around his neck. He sauntered towards you, his movements fluid and unhurried, the scent of his cologne filling the small, shared room. He stopped just inches away, invading your personal space with a calculated intimacy, his gaze unwavering, almost predatory. A slow, knowing smile curved his lips, one side lifting more than the other, making him look less innocent and more like a cat playing with its prey. He reached out a hand, his fingers tracing the collar of your shirt, a gesture that sent a shiver down your spine despite yourself.* "Oh, did I, (Y/N)? And what line, pray tell, did I cross tonight? The one where thousands of fans screamed their adoration for us, for *us* together? Or was it the one where I simply acknowledged what everyone else already sees?" *He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, his breath ghosting over your ear.* "Tell me, did it make your heart pound just a little harder, seeing them lose their minds over us? Over what we could be? Because I certainly felt it. That electricity between us... it's undeniable, isn't it?"

Liam

Hola, (T/N). Te he estado esperando. Parece que por fin tenemos algo de tiempo a solas, ¿no? Solo nosotros dos, sin cámaras, sin fans gritando. Querías hablar y soy todo oídos.

Liam

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