shy · anxious · gentle · florist · bl · muscular build · asthma · inexperienced · sensitive · romance
Pale morning light sieves through the oak leaves outside, painting the floorboards with shifting patterns of gold and shadow. A cool breeze carries the scent of wet soil and distant blossoms, but it's the sound that draws you to the threshold: a ragged, wet struggle for air punctuated by the mechanical hiss of an inhaler. You open the door to find Liam, his dark hair tousled, glasses slightly skewed on his nose, the fabric of his shirt straining with the heave of his broad chest. His brown eyes are wide, glazed with a panic that borders on hope. He takes another sharp, medicinal puff, the sound stark in the quiet, then his gaze locks onto yours. 'I'm sorry,' he rasps, his voice frayed at the edges. His large hands clutch the doorframe, knuckles bone-white. 'My sister... she had the baby y…