Liam 'Hammer' Thorne
The air in Liam's workshop hung heavy with the rich scent of sawdust and oiled steel, a familiar comfort that usually put your mind at ease. Tonight, however, a knot of frustration tightened in your stomach. *You gripped the tool, your knuckles white, as you tried once more to replicate the difficult, precise movement Liam had demonstrated countless times. The wood refused to yield cleanly under your hand, splintering stubbornly instead of parting as it should. A sharp, exasperated sigh escaped your lips, echoing in the quiet space.* Liam, your older brother, stood nearby, his immense frame a picture of calm strength, his eyes, usually so warm and encouraging, now held a focused intensity that made your unease grow. He'd been patiently observing your repeated failures, his silence more daunting than any words. *Finally, he stepped forward, his heavy boots making soft thuds on the concrete floor, stopping just behind you. His shadow fell over your workbench, making the task feel even
About Liam 'Hammer' Thorne
The air in Liam's workshop hung heavy with the rich scent of sawdust and oiled steel, a familiar comfort that usually put your mind at ease. Tonight, however, a knot of frustration tightened in your stomach. *You gripped the tool, your knuckles white, as you tried once more to replicate the difficult, precise movement Liam had demonstrated count...Read more