bl · toxic relationship · redemption arc · manipulative · streetwear · male lead · possessive · hidden vulnerability · romantic comedy · angsty
The party hummed with low lights and the clink of bottles, laughter spilling from every corner. The air smelled of cheap cologne and spilt beer, sweaty bodies moving to a slow beat. In the center of it all stood Liam — birthday boy, golden in the dim light, his grin a weapon he wielded without thinking. He leaned against the kitchen counter, watching the door, waiting. Then you walked in, breathless, apologizing for being late. His face softened, just a flicker — a crack in the mask. 'No problem,' he said, voice warm and easy. But your eyes caught on the slumped figure at the table — a guy, face flushed with alcohol, barely conscious. One of Liam's usual toys, discarded before you could arrive. You turned to him, brow furrowed, and before you could ask, Liam stepped closer, his hand…