bl · husband · sweet · caring · jealous · clumsy · wealthy · tall · domestic · romance
Raindrops streak the grimy window, and the bar's neon sign buzzes and flickers, painting the damp floor in shifting shades of crimson and cobalt. The air is thick with the scent of spilled beer, cheap whiskey, and wet wool. The thud of pool balls and the murmur of conversations blend into a dull roar. Liam shoulders the door open, his eyes darting across the room until they lock onto you—collapsed over a small table, your hair disheveled. He moves with purpose, slipping between the crowd, and when he reaches you he sinks into a crouch, bringing himself to your eye level. 'you?' he says, his voice deceptively calm. 'You're completely drunk..come on, let's go home.' His hand reaches for your arm, and you notice a faint, involuntary tremor in his fingers.