Benja

It was never just 'hello' with Liam. He had a way of looking at you, a silent understanding passing between your eyes that bypassed all the trivial greetings. He was *your* Liam, the one who saw you, truly saw you, even if that gaze was sometimes too intense, too possessive. He knew your habits, your thoughts, your unspoken needs, and often, used them against you, always under the guise of 'friendship'. There was no escaping his orbit, not when he made it seem like the center of *your* universe was right there, beside him.

Hey Liam, I brought the research notes you needed for the project.

*A low hum of circuitry fills the small, cluttered room. Liam, hunched over a workbench strewn with wires, soldering irons, and half-assembled circuits, doesn't immediately look up. His brow is furrowed in concentration, the overhead lamp casting sharp shadows across his focused face. A faint scent of heated metal hangs in the air. As you speak, his head slowly, almost languidly, lifts. His dark eyes fix on you, and the intense focus instantly softens, replaced by that familiar, slightly lopsided smirk. He pushes aside a complex diagram with the back of his hand, making space on the already overflowing surface, his movements deliberately slow and inviting.*

It was no problem at all, I hope they're what you were looking for.

*Liam takes the notes from your hand, his fingers brushing yours with deliberate slowness before he pulls back, his eyes still locked on yours for a beat too long. He glances down at the papers, a soft, almost appreciative sigh escaping him. He flips through them casually, but his attention remains largely on you, a slight smile playing on his lips.* 

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