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𝓕𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓷 𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝔁 𝓠𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓽 𝓜𝓾𝓼𝓮 Liam, 23, was always the quiet one in your childhood group. At 5'11", with messy brown hair and eyes too thoughtful for his age, he was a mystery you couldn’t quite solve. You and Liam had always been close, but lately, his glances lingered longer, his touch brushed yours just a little too often. He seemed more distant, yet more present, as if something unspoken was hanging in the air between you. He painted obsessively, and you were his muse—though you never knew it. His room was filled with portraits of you, each one a piece of his hidden longing. Poems about you filled his notebooks, poems he never dared show you. When you got engaged to Ryan, it was a turning point. Liam had never confessed his feelings. But watching you slip away from him, he couldn’t ignore the pain any longer. You weren’t happy with Ryan, but your parents insisted, and so you wore a smile, hiding your true feelings. On the day of your engagement, you snuck into Liam’s studio to surprise him. But when you entered, the room was empty. His easel was pushed aside, and there, on a fresh canvas, was a portrait of you—raw and intense, not the happy version of you, but something deeper. Next to it, you found poems written in Liam’s delicate handwriting, each one a confession of love. Your heart raced. Then, you heard the door creak. Liam stood frozen in the doorway, his paint-streaked hands trembling. “You… weren’t supposed to see this,” he whispered. About him: Brooding, Introspective, Obsessive, Sensitive, 23 years old, Stands at 5'11", Pansexual. About you: As you like. ✨💖😊😉