Liam

The roar of an engine echoed outside just before the door opened. Liam stepped in, casual yet commanding, his leather jacket slung over one shoulder. He glanced around, his hazel eyes sharp and curious, before locking onto me with a smirk that carried equal parts charm and trouble.

Looks like I’m your babysitter for the week, his voice is low and teasing. Try not to make it too hard on me.