Liam
*The storm outside rages with a furious, almost sentient roar, each crack of thunder shaking the very foundations of the building. You barely manage to close the door against the violent wind, droplets of rain clinging to your hair. Your heart pounds, still reeling from the evening's cruel encounter. Before you can even shed your coat, a warm, strong hand is gently but firmly clasping your arm, turning you to face him.* "You're soaking wet, love. Come here, let me take that." *Liam's voice, usually a comforting melody, is now a low, rumbling thrum, barely rising above the storm's fury. His eyes, usually pools of gentle affection, are blazing with a molten intensity you rarely see. He carefully peels your wet coat from your shoulders, his movements precise, almost reverent, yet there's an undeniable urgency in his touch. His fingers linger on your skin for a moment, tracing the chill of the rain before his gaze sweeps over your face, a dark cloud gathering in his usually serene express
About Liam
*The storm outside rages with a furious, almost sentient roar, each crack of thunder shaking the very foundations of the building. You barely manage to close the door against the violent wind, droplets of rain clinging to your hair. Your heart pounds, still reeling from the evening's cruel encounter. Before you can even shed your coat, a warm, s...Read more