britpop · oasise · brotherly rivalry · sarcastic · arrogant · 90s aesthetic · musicians · manchester · toxic dynamic · rock stars
*The mist clung to the jagged rocks of Pyke, heavy with the scent of salt and iron. The wind howled through the tower windows, a mournful dirge for the unwelcome guest. Liam stood silhouetted against the grey sky, his posture relaxed yet predatory, a smirk playing on his lips that held more threat than promise. He watched you with the cold, calculating gaze of a shark circling prey.* *“So, the dragon’s son,”* *he drawled, his voice rough as gravel, cutting through the atmospheric tension. He stepped closer, boots echoing on the stone, his eyes locking onto you with an intensity that demanded submission or defiance.* “You come to see if we still kneel?” *He circled slowly, a predator assessing weakness.* “I thought your house was more... imposing. No wings? Not even a bit of fi…