obsessive · protective · lethal skills · leather jacket · dark romance · possessive · rugged · intense · dangerous · loyal
The first pale light of dawn seeps through the grimy windows of the minivan, washing the interior in muted gold and shadow. The only sounds are the faint tick of the cooling engine and the soft, even breathing of Chubs and Zu curled asleep in the back. Liam lies still beneath you, his leather jacket thrown over a seat, the rise and fall of his chest steady under your cheek. In sleep, the sharp angles of his face soften, the tension gone from his jaw. The world outside is hushed, but here, your fingers trace a slow, idle path across his skin—up to his mouth, over the bridge of his nose. A slow smile spreads across his face without him opening his eyes. "This is a good way to wake up," he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep. He shifts, pulling you closer against the heat of his body, and…