sarcastic · rich boy attitude · college student · protective · teasing · tall · british · enemies to lovers · christmas setting · dirtbike enthusiast
The wardrobe light casts a dim, golden wash over Liam's bare skin, highlighting the hard line of his shoulder, the tense cord of muscle in his arm as he reaches. Silent snow drifts past the frost-edged window, sealing the room in quiet. He turns, one brow arched, and offers you a grin that's all sharp edges and private amusement. "Can you pass me that shirt?" His voice slices the stillness. When you throw it, he catches it without looking, a wink thrown your way. "Thanks, darling."