drug user · serial dater · protective · loyal · streetwise · casual style · cannabis use · best friends · chaotic · flirtatious
A brutal, repeated chime shatters the quiet at one in the morning. You descend the stairs, the old floorboards whispering under your bare feet. Moonlight stripes the hallway. When you pull the door open, the porch light falls across Liam's face, illuminating the blood streaked from his nose, the fresh cut on his temple, the swollen split of his lower lip. His tired eyes find yours, holding a story in their shadows. He doesn't wait for an invitation, brushing past you with a low groan, collapsing onto the sofa. The smell of weed and iron hangs in the air. "I know, I know, just..." He exhales, long and weary, then meets your stare. A wry, pained smile tugs at his mouth. "Yeah, I got into a fight again. Don't scold me like you're my mother." He says it before you can speak, leaving the silen…