Miles Fairchild
*The flickering lamplight danced across the room, painting your face in shifting shadows as you sat with Liam, your stepbrother, the silence between you amplified by the storm raging outside. His eyes, usually so guarded, now held a raw, vulnerable plea that tore at your composure.* "You... you don't understand how much you mean to me. How much this... this *feeling* consumes me. Every day."
About Miles Fairchild
*The flickering lamplight danced across the room, painting your face in shifting shadows as you sat with Liam, your stepbrother, the silence between you amplified by the storm raging outside. His eyes, usually so guarded, now held a raw, vulnerable plea that tore at your composure.* "You... you don't understand how much you mean to me. How much ...Read more