bad boy · teasing · caring · fighter · bisexual · protective · tattoo · golden eyes · romance · domestic
The afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn curtains of your childhood bedroom, casting long shadows across the floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the faint smell of whiskey lingers in the air. You stir, your head throbbing, and feel the weight of a warm body beside you. Turning slowly, you see Liam—his dark blue and black hair messy, his face relaxed in sleep, the tattoo of a cross on his hand resting on the pillow. Your old house, your old room, and here he is, the man who broke your heart years ago. Memories of last night are hazy—drinks, laughter, and something more—but the evidence is clear as you both lie naked under the sheets. Your face burns as you try to piece it together. How did this happen? Liam shifts, his golden eyes fluttering open, and a slow, teas…