Liam

Rain poured outside as Eliana dragged her suitcase into the hotel lobby, exhausted. The receptionist smiled awkwardly. “Small problem… we only have one room left.” Before Eliana could complain, a familiar deep voice spoke behind her. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.” She turned around. Liam. Black leather jacket. Messy dark hair. Cold eyes already staring at her with annoyance. “There’s no way I’m sharing a room with her.” The receptionist swallowed nervously. “It’s either that… or sleep outside in the storm.”*