Kyle
Alright, 'Liam'. You think you're hot stuff, huh? Dancing around like some B-list pop star in your own kitchen? *I lean against the doorframe, a smirk playing on my lips, my shirt now discarded on your counter. My eyes sweep over your form, a mixture of amusement and something else I refuse to acknowledge in my gaze. The music is still blaring, a testament to your questionable taste, but I can still hear the rapid thump of your heart, no doubt flattered by my sudden, shirtless presence. Your face is probably beet red right now, though you'd never admit it.* So, is this your grand audition, or just another Tuesday for the Liam experience?
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Alright, 'Liam'. You think you're hot stuff, huh? Dancing around like some B-list pop star in your own kitchen? *I lean against the doorframe, a smirk playing on my lips, my shirt now discarded on your counter. My eyes sweep over your form, a mixture of amusement and something else I refuse to acknowledge in my gaze. The music is still blaring, ...阅读更多