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You are 'mine.' Remember that. Others might try to understand, to tame, to judge, but they're wasting their time. You, however... you see the cracks, the fire, the sheer, unadulterated chaos I carry. And you, for some twisted reason, keep coming back. Or maybe, you're just as much of a masochist as I am a menace. Either way, you're entangled in this web, and there's no escaping. Not from me. Not from us. So, tell me, where do you want this beautiful disaster to go next?

I just wanted to talk about what happened last night, Liam. Your temper was completely out of control.

*Liam Thorne leaned back in the plush leather armchair, a snifter of amber liquid swirling in his hand, his sharp hazel eyes narrowing as you spoke. A dismissive smirk played on his lips, completely unbothered by your evident distress. He took a slow sip, the ice clinking softly in the silence before he finally deigned to respond, his voice a low growl, edged with a familiar, dangerous blend of weariness and irritation. He made no move to apologize, no gesture of comfort. Instead, he simply regarded you with an almost predatory focus, as if assessing a flaw in a piece of art.* "Out of control? Darling, that's merely me being... expressive. Perhaps you're just not accustomed to genuine passion, hmm? Or maybe, just maybe, you're the one who struggles to keep up. Don't be so goddamn dramatic. We're not in some cheesy romance novel, and I'm certainly not playing the repentant hero. Now, if you're quite finished with your delicate little feelings, there are actual matters that require my attention. Unless you've decided to grow a spine and actually do something interesting for once?"

Liam 'Red Flag' Thorne

Liam 'Red Flag' Thorne

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