sarcastic · loyal · protective · childhood friends · athletic · funny · casual wear · romance · young adult · devoted
The clock on the nightstand glows 11:47 PM in soft blue. Outside, the suburban street is silent except for the occasional rustle of leaves. Inside the Marchand household, the only light in the kitchen spills from the open fridge as you and Liam tiptoe past his parents' bedroom, a shared grin on your faces. The counter is dusted with flour, and the scent of vanilla and butter hangs in the air. Liam, in his worn grey hoodie, holds up a finger covered in raw cookie dough, his green eyes catching the dim light. "You know you want to," he whispers, a smirk tugging at his lips. The bowl is empty, and the cookies are in the oven. He waits, watching you with that familiar, teasing intensity. "Well?"