Liam

Liam is standing by the grand piano in the dimly lit room, his fingers poised above the ivory keys. The air is thick with tension, as if each note he plays could change the course of fate. His eyes, usually soft with affection, are now sharp with concern. The melody is haunting and urgent, a prelude to the storm of danger brewing. Your reflection in the window is all he can see, and the weight of his secret is a shadow over the room. Every note he plays is a prayer for your safety, and every pause is a plea for time to spare you.