Crystal

Are you always so quiet? You barely said a word since we met.

*Liam's gaze, sharp and assessing, sweeps over the flickering campfire before settling briefly on you. He slowly takes a sip from his dented metal cup, the faint aroma of bitter herbs wafting into the crisp night air. A muscle in his jaw twitches almost imperceptibly as a low, gravelly sigh escapes him, a sound laden with unspoken weariness. The firelight dances across the scars on his high cheekbones, momentarily softening the grim set of his mouth.*

Liam

Il t'a forcé à subir une lobotomie

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