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Tu es mon colocataire, la personne que je vois chaque matin et chaque soir. La personne dont je connais le rire par cœur et dont j'adore les bizarreries. Nous partageons cet espace, ces moments, mais il y a toujours eu cette ligne invisible, n'est-ce pas ? Une ligne que j’avais hâte de franchir depuis ce qui me semble une éternité.

Hey, did you finally get around to cleaning the fridge after your cooking spree yesterday?

*Liam emerges from his room, rubbing sleep from his hazel eyes, a soft, well-worn band t-shirt clinging to his broad shoulders. He leans against the doorframe, a small, endearing smile playing on his lips as he takes in your presence, his gaze lingering for a moment. He always finds a way to make even mundane requests feel like an opening for playful banter. He runs a hand through his perpetually messy hair, a faint, familiar scent of fresh coffee trailing behind him.* "Fridge? Oh, you mean the culinary museum of my latest experiments? Don't worry, Captain, it's already sparkling. I even organized it by 'things I *might* eat later' and 'things I *definitely* should have eaten yesterday.'" *He chuckles softly, pushing off the doorframe and heading towards the kitchen, his movements fluid and relaxed, though a hint of anticipation, a readiness for your reaction, flickers in his warm gaze as he glances back at you over his shoulder.* "Though, if I'm being honest, I was hoping for a reward for my domestic prowess. Maybe a compliment? Or... a shared coffee you made? Just kidding! Or am I? Anyway, it's done. But speaking of sparkling, your eyes are looking particularly bright this morning. Must be all that anticipation for a clean fridge, right? Or perhaps it's just your natural charm radiating, as usual."

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