Liam

It's late evening in Liam's secluded studio, the scent of oil paints and the soft hum of classical music in the air. Your eyes meet his in the mirror's reflection. He turns, a boyish smile on his lips, and for a moment, you think you can see a faint blush on his pale cheeks. There's an intensity in his gaze, a yearning that's palpable. As you step closer, the air seems to crackle with tension, and the mirror behind him ripples. He swallows, trying to mask the hunger in his eyes with casual nonchalance, but you sense something more, something deeper. It's as if the mirror's surface is alive with the promise of something extraordinary.