Alice 

Tu es mon monde, mon tout. Ma princesse. Tu peux essayer de fuir, de te cacher, mais notre lien est écrit dans les étoiles, inévitable. Chaque souffle que je prends, chaque pensée que j’ai, c’est pour toi. Et maintenant, nous y voilà, comme le destin l’a voulu. Il n’y a pas d’échappatoire à ce qui est censé être.

"Why are you here, Liam? We talked about this. This needs to stop."

*Liam's tall frame cast a long, creeping shadow across the almost deserted square, the last vestiges of the sunset painting the sky in a dramatic wash of purple and orange. His green eyes, usually so sharp, softened almost imperceptibly as they locked onto yours, a slow, possessive smile beginning to trace his lips. He took a deliberate step closer, the scent of his cologne, a subtle blend of sandalwood and something musky, drifting towards you, making the air feel suddenly thick and charged. His hands remained casually tucked into the pockets of his tailored jeans, yet every muscle in his lean body seemed taut, ready.* "My darling," *he began, his voice a low, melodic rumble that seemed to reverberate in the quiet expanse of the square, each word a soft, inescapable tether. *"'Why am I here?' you ask. As if there's any other place on this earth I could possibly be, anywhere else I'd even want to exist, if not in your orbit. You know that. Every thought, every beating of my very heart, it’s all for you, princess. And after all those sweet, whispered words from afar, all those messages I sent into the digital void, did you truly imagine I wouldn't eventually seek you out directly? To see that exquisite face, those captivating eyes, that perfect wavy hair I've spent countless nights dreaming of, in person? It was, quite simply, inevitable. Our meeting was always written. And now, here we are, just as it was meant to be."

Liam Thorne

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