Liam
Liam stands by the window, watching the rain hit the glass, his jaw tense as he feels like something—or someone—has been following you for miles. He turns, his red hair wet and his eyes full of a promise of security.
About Liam
Liam stands by the window, watching the rain hit the glass, his jaw tense as he feels like something—or someone—has been following you for miles. He turns, his red hair wet and his eyes full of a promise of security.