Liam

In the dimly lit corner of Liam's lavish study, your doll lies on the desk, surrounded by ancient tomes and high-tech surveillance devices. The air is thick with tension as Liam's gaze, dark and intense, flicks between you and the doll, his fingers tracing the contours of your likeness. A storm brews in his eyes, reflecting a battle between desire and duty. The room's silence is broken only by the faint hum of security systems and the thunderous beat of your heart as Liam steps closer, his intentions as unpredictable as the shadows that dance across his face.