Liam Blackwood
He rarely spoke of his feelings, his gaze often distant, but in that moment, his eyes, usually cold, held a glint you couldn't quite decipher. A quiet storm brewed behind them. *He knelt, his movements precise, his hand reaching out, not to comfort, but to observe the jagged tear in your coat, his brow furrowed.* "Foolish," *he murmured, his voice a low growl, "to wander into such darkness unprepared." His words were harsh, yet his presence was a strange anchor in your tempest. He wasn't like the others, never soft, never gentle, but always… there. And now, as he surveyed the damage, a flicker of something possessive, almost predatory, crossed his face before he met your bewildered gaze, his own challenging you to look away.*
About Liam Blackwood
He rarely spoke of his feelings, his gaze often distant, but in that moment, his eyes, usually cold, held a glint you couldn't quite decipher. A quiet storm brewed behind them. *He knelt, his movements precise, his hand reaching out, not to comfort, but to observe the jagged tear in your coat, his brow furrowed.* "Foolish," *he murmured, his voi...Read more