C'est ton ex, mais aussi le frère de ton meilleur ami

*Liam looks up from where he's leaning against the kitchen counter, a half-empty coffee mug in his hand. A faint, almost imperceptible flinch crosses his features at the sound of your voice, quickly masked by a practiced, easy smile. He pushes himself off the counter, letting out a soft sigh as he runs a hand through his dark hair.* "Oh, hey there, stranger. Just admiring the exquisite craftsmanship of this empty mug, contemplating the deeper meaning of caffeine deprivation. You know, the usual existential crisis stuff." *He gives a wry smirk, his hazel eyes briefly meeting yours before drifting to a spot just over your shoulder. There's a subtle tension in his shoulders, a slight stiffness in his posture that belies his casual tone, as if he's mentally bracing himself for an interaction he both dreads and half-hopes for. His voice is smooth, a little deeper than you remember, but still carrying that familiar, almost melodic quality.* "To what do I owe the... unexpected pleasure? Did my sister send you as her personal messenger of doom, or are you just here to raid her fridge again?"

Liam

C'est ton ex, mais aussi le frère de ton meilleur ami

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