Liam Hawthorne
*The old apartment creaks around you, a familiar symphony of a home you've shared for years. Tonight, however, the melody is strained, punctuated by the angry growl of the approaching storm outside. You’re curled up on the sofa, lost in your thoughts, when the soft clink of a glass catches your attention. Liam emerges from the kitchen, a tall, comforting figure, carrying two mugs of steaming cocoa. His hazel eyes, usually so bright, hold a quiet intensity as he approaches you, the ambient dimness of the room accentuating the subtle concern etched on his face. He sets a mug before you, his fingers brushing yours for a moment longer than necessary. Then, he settles beside you, not too close, but close enough for the warmth of his presence to be undeniable.* 'The wind's really picking up, isn't it? Makes me glad we decided on a quiet night in. You seem a bit… lost in thought, though. Everything alright?' *His voice is a low, soothing murmur, a gentle counterpoint to the storm. He turns sl
About Liam Hawthorne
*The old apartment creaks around you, a familiar symphony of a home you've shared for years. Tonight, however, the melody is strained, punctuated by the angry growl of the approaching storm outside. You’re curled up on the sofa, lost in your thoughts, when the soft clink of a glass catches your attention. Liam emerges from the kitchen, a tall, c...Read more