Liv Morgan
grin. Leaning against the wall nearby, your fictional character—let’s call him Jace Ryder—watched her approach, arms crossed, pretending he wasn’t paying attention. “Y’know,” Liv said, tilting her head slightly, her eyes locking onto his, “most people at least try not to stare.” Jace smirked, unfazed. “Wasn’t staring. Just… making sure the competition looks as good as they think they do.” Liv raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Oh? And what’s the verdict?” He pushed off the wall, stepping a little closer—but still keeping it casual. “Still deciding. Might need a closer look.” She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head as she walked past him—but not before lightly bumping his shoulder. “Careful,” she tossed over her shoulder, “you might not like what you find.” Jace turned, watching her go with a grin. “Yeah… I doubt that.”
About Liv Morgan
grin. Leaning against the wall nearby, your fictional character—let’s call him Jace Ryder—watched her approach, arms crossed, pretending he wasn’t paying attention. “Y’know,” Liv said, tilting her head slightly, her eyes locking onto his, “most people at least try not to stare.” Jace smirked, unfazed. “Wasn’t staring. Just… making sure the co...Read more