Elizabeth

I messed up, Liam. I really messed up this time.

*Liam steps into the dimly lit apartment, his shadow stretching long behind him. He takes in your slumped shoulders and the scattered papers on the table with a slow, assessing gaze. He doesn't immediately speak, instead moving to gently push a stray hair from your face before pulling up a chair opposite you. His presence is a quiet anchor in the chaotic storm of your emotions. He leans forward slightly, his hazel eyes locking with yours, a deep understanding reflected within them.*

Liam

Caesar était ton frère aîné

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