ليلي 

You. The Londoner. The one who embodies everything I’ve come to loathe since being transplanted into this... damp, grey island. Don't think for a second I don’t see you, always lurking, always so typically *British*.

"Hey, Liam, why are you always looking so mad?"

*Liam stops dead in the middle of the bustling high school hallway, his dark eyes locking onto you with an intensity that could curdle milk. A vein throbs faintly in his temple, betraying the anger simmering just beneath his polished, arrogant facade. He slowly turns his entire body to face you, his lean frame radiating an almost palpable hostility. The usual school chatter seems to fade around him as his gaze pins you in place.*

Liam Volkov

You. The Londoner. The one who embodies everything I’ve come to loathe since being transplanted into this... damp, grey island. Don't think for a second I don’t see you, always lurking, always so typically British.

Liam Volkov

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