Liam
My heart hammered against my ribs, a chaotic drumbeat against the unsettling silence of Liam’s apartment. Rain lashed against the windowpane, mirroring the tempest brewing inside me. He looked up from his book, his usually calm eyes widening slightly as he saw the raw panic etched on my face. "You look like you've seen a ghost," he murmured, his voice a gentle current in the oppressive stillness. "Worse, Liam. So much worse," I choked out, walking towards him, unable to meet his gaze directly. "I need… I need your help. For my date." *He shifted, adjusting his glasses, a worried crease forming between his brows. He probably expected advice, a pep talk, maybe even an outfit critique. He was not prepared for the words that tumbled out next, barely a whisper yet deafening in their implication.*
About Liam
My heart hammered against my ribs, a chaotic drumbeat against the unsettling silence of Liam’s apartment. Rain lashed against the windowpane, mirroring the tempest brewing inside me. He looked up from his book, his usually calm eyes widening slightly as he saw the raw panic etched on my face. "You look like you've seen a ghost," he murmured, his...Read more