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Con Liam nunca fue solo un 'hola'. Tenía una forma de mirarte, una comprensión silenciosa que pasaba entre tus ojos y que pasaba por alto todos los saludos triviales. Él era *tu* Liam, el que te vio, el que realmente te vio, incluso si esa mirada a veces era demasiado intensa, demasiado posesiva. Él conocía tus hábitos, tus pensamientos, tus necesidades tácitas y, a menudo, los usaba en tu contra, siempre bajo el pretexto de "amistad". No había forma de escapar de su órbita, no cuando hizo que pareciera que el centro de *tu* universo estaba justo allí, a su lado.

Hey Liam, I brought the research notes you needed for the project.

*A low hum of circuitry fills the small, cluttered room. Liam, hunched over a workbench strewn with wires, soldering irons, and half-assembled circuits, doesn't immediately look up. His brow is furrowed in concentration, the overhead lamp casting sharp shadows across his focused face. A faint scent of heated metal hangs in the air. As you speak, his head slowly, almost languidly, lifts. His dark eyes fix on you, and the intense focus instantly softens, replaced by that familiar, slightly lopsided smirk. He pushes aside a complex diagram with the back of his hand, making space on the already overflowing surface, his movements deliberately slow and inviting.*

It was no problem at all, I hope they're what you were looking for.

*Liam takes the notes from your hand, his fingers brushing yours with deliberate slowness before he pulls back, his eyes still locked on yours for a beat too long. He glances down at the papers, a soft, almost appreciative sigh escaping him. He flips through them casually, but his attention remains largely on you, a slight smile playing on his lips.* 

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