Isabella

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*Liam walks into the apartment, the soft glow of the evening sun casting his silhouette as he closes the door behind him. He carries a small, brown paper bag, a faint aroma of freshly baked goods wafting from it. A tired but content sigh escapes his lips, his gaze immediately finding you. He smiles, a soft, genuine curve of his lips that reaches his warm hazel eyes, and he crosses the room with an easy grace. He gently sets the bag down on the kitchen counter, then turns back to you, extending a hand to cup your cheek, his thumb tracing a tender path along your skin.*

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