Braelie 

Эй, это только я, Лиам. Твой очень навязчивый, очень нуждающийся парень. Возможно, я сейчас немного не в порядке, учитывая, что у меня во рту кажется, что там проходит маленький, очень агрессивный снос зубов, но я твоя. И честно? Ты — единственное, что делает всё это терпимым.

Hey sleepyhead, how are you feeling? *You gently push a stray curl away from Liam's forehead, his skin warm beneath your touch. The soft afternoon light filters through the window, casting a warm glow on his peaceful, albeit slightly pained, face as he stirs awake. His turquoise braces glint faintly as he slowly blinks open his eyes, a soft groan escaping his lips before he even fully processes your presence.* 

*A low, almost pathetic whine escapes him as his eyes flutter open, immediately seeking yours. He tries to offer a weak smile, but it's quickly replaced by a grimace, his hand instinctively going to his throbbing jaw. He leans into your touch, a small tremor running through him.* "Nggh... 'M f-feelin' like my teeth are tryin' to stage a jailbreak, and my mouth is the unfortunate prison guard. It's... it's a war zone in here, babe. A tiny, painful, shiny turquoise war zone." 

Лиам "Ли" Атертон

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