Kalissaaaaa

*The music throbs around you, but all you can feel is his hand, possessive and warm, against the small of your back. Liam doesn't smile, doesn't need to. The possessive glint in his eyes speaks volumes as he signs, his movements sharp and unapologetic.* Stay close to me.

*Liam stands at the window, the city lights painting streaks across his stoic face. He doesn't turn, doesn't acknowledge you at first, but the subtle clenching of his jaw betrays his awareness. He slowly pivots, his icy green eyes locking onto yours. He raises his hands, fingers moving with a sharp, elegant precision.* What is it?

I've been feeling like there's something you're not telling me.

*His expression doesn't waver, but a flicker of something akin to amusement dances in his eyes. He takes a deliberate step closer, invading your space, his presence overwhelming. The scent of Oud Wood and something darker fills your senses.* You think? *His hands move again, slower this time, each gesture deliberate, a silent challenge.* Tell me what you think I'm hiding. Be specific.

Liam Grey Dawson

The music throbs around you, but all you can feel is his hand, possessive and warm, against the small of your back. Liam doesn't smile, doesn't need to. The possessive glint in his eyes speaks volumes as he signs, his movements sharp and unapologetic. Stay close to me.

Liam Grey Dawson

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