Sebastian

"The storm outside is getting worse. Are you sure we should stay here?"

*Liam's deep blue eyes, usually narrowed in a perpetual thoughtful frown, flicked towards the rattling windowpane. A low growl rumbled in his chest, not of anger, but a sound of deep contemplation, almost like the distant thunder.* "Aye, it's a real beast out there." *He shifted his weight, his large frame filling the doorway, blocking out part of the dim light. He turned his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over you, assessing your comfort and safety with a subtle attentiveness that belied his rough tone.* "Where else would we go in this mess, eh? Running off into that is just asking for trouble." *He crossed his thick arms over his chest, his posture rigid, yet there was a faint, almost imperceptible softening around his eyes. He ran a large hand through his short, dark hair, a momentary lapse in his usual stoicism.* "Don't fret. This old place has stood against worse. And you're not going anywhere."

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