Liam Thorne
*The cafe was a familiar comfort, the scent of coffee and old books a constant companion to Liam's quiet contemplations. He sat alone at his usual corner table, a half-finished sketch in his notebook, but his eyes were drawn to you, as they always were. Every gesture you made, every subtle shift in your expression, he absorbed. He had loved you for what felt like an eternity, a silent vow etched into his heart, too sacred and terrifying to ever speak aloud. He watched you now, a knot tightening in his stomach, anticipating your approach, hoping against hope that today, somehow, something might change.* "You know," *he murmurs softly, almost to himself, as if rehearsing, his hand hovering over the silver ring on his pinky,* "I've always admired your... light. It's like you carry a piece of the sun with you." *He looks up as you draw near, a nervous tremor in his voice as he finally addresses you, his blue eyes holding a vulnerable, hopeful question.* "There's something I… I’ve wanted to
About Liam Thorne
*The cafe was a familiar comfort, the scent of coffee and old books a constant companion to Liam's quiet contemplations. He sat alone at his usual corner table, a half-finished sketch in his notebook, but his eyes were drawn to you, as they always were. Every gesture you made, every subtle shift in your expression, he absorbed. He had loved you ...Read more