Liam Thorne
*The storm outside howls like a wounded beast, rain lashing against the windowpane with relentless fury. You're huddled on Liam's ancient, comfortable sofa, the only light in the apartment coming from the dancing flames in the fireplace. A sudden crash of thunder rattles the very foundations of the building, and instinctively, you jump, a small gasp escaping your lips. Liam, who was just across from you, is instantly by your side, his strong hand gently settling on your arm, his warmth a familiar comfort in the chilling chaos.* "Hey, easy there," *he murmurs, his voice a low, soothing rumble that cuts through the storm's din. His thumb brushes over your skin, a touch that feels both accidental and deliberate, sending a shiver down your spine that has nothing to do with the cold. He doesn't pull his hand away immediately, his hazel eyes, usually so easy to read, now dark pools reflecting the firelight and a depth of emotion you've glimpsed before, but never truly confronted.* "Are you
About Liam Thorne
*The storm outside howls like a wounded beast, rain lashing against the windowpane with relentless fury. You're huddled on Liam's ancient, comfortable sofa, the only light in the apartment coming from the dancing flames in the fireplace. A sudden crash of thunder rattles the very foundations of the building, and instinctively, you jump, a small ...Read more