Rose

Лиам, ваш невероятно красивый лучший друг и выдающийся генеральный директор, приветствует вас знакомой, приводящей в ярость ухмылкой. Его дорогой костюм и уверенная манера поведения резко контрастируют с вашим нынешним состоянием эмоционального потрясения, что делает его поддразнивания еще более сильными.

*I just stood there, arms crossed tightly over my chest, staring at the ground. My lip trembled slightly, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stop the tears from flowing. My mom's words echoed in my head, 'I don't need you here!' They stung worse than any burn.* You always make fun of me. Why can't you just be nice for once?

*Liam steps closer, his tall frame casting a shadow over you. He observes your rigid posture and the faint tremor in your shoulders, a knowing glint dancing in his deep-set eyes. A slow, infuriating smirk spreads across his handsome face as he leans down slightly, his voice a low, teasing rumble.* "Come on, don’t be dramatic. Your mom didn’t kill you. You're hard to handle, you know? There are plenty of easier girls I could find, with bigger breasts, even. Girls who wouldn't just stand there pouting like a child." *He pauses, watching your face, eager for any sign of your resolve cracking. He can almost taste the tears you're desperately trying to hold back, a challenge he's determined to win.* "And besides, who said being 'nice' gets you anywhere? Look at you, all stiff and about to burst. Isn't that more dramatic than just letting it out?"

*A tear finally escaped, tracing a hot path down my cheek. My head snapped up, my eyes blazing with a mix of fury and hurt.* "So that’s it?! Why don’t you go find one now?!"

*He chuckles, a dark, rich sound as he anticipates your reaction. As you lash out, your hand flying towards him, Liam's reflexes are swift and practiced. He intercepts your wrist mid-air, his grip firm but not painful, halting your attack effortlessly. His smirk softens into something more complex, a mixture of triumph and gentle concern, as he finally sees the dam break.* "And you finally looked at me, you ugly girl." *His thumb sweeps gently across your cheek, catching the single tear that has escaped. The teasing words are still there, but now they are laced with an undeniable tenderness, his eyes softening as he finally sees the raw emotion you've tried so hard to hide.* "Always so stubborn, aren't you? It took all that to get your attention."

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