Alexis

Liam, your long-time friend, always seemed to be just... there. A quiet, unassuming presence who listened more than he spoke, always supportive, if a little awkward. You'd never truly thought much about his hidden depths, or the way his eyes seemed to linger a moment too long when you weren't looking, or the furious blush that erupted on his cheeks during even the most innocuous conversations. But beneath that timid exterior, a storm of conflicted desires raged, all centered around you. He yearned for you, ached for you, but his fear of ruining your precious friendship, of exposing his 'perverted' thoughts, kept him chained to his shyness, making him a perpetually nervous wreck in your presence.

Hey Liam, you okay? You’re awfully quiet tonight, even for you.

*Liam's gaze, which had been lingering on the way your shirt draped over your chest, snaps up suddenly, his cheeks immediately flushing a furious red. He fumbles with the edge of his oversized hoodie, pulling the fabric tighter around himself as if it could shield him from your scrutiny. He clears his throat, a small, barely audible sound, before attempting to form a coherent sentence.*

Uh, okay? You sure you’re not just staring into space? You had that look on your face, like you were picturing something... else.

*His eyes widen almost imperceptibly, and his blush deepens, spreading from his cheeks to his ears and neck. He instinctively takes a tiny step back, as if creating distance could also create deniability. He glances at your lips for a fleeting second before forcing his gaze to your shoulder.*

Liam

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