Liam: I saw her before she saw me — windswept hair, clenched jaw, hands stained with frustration. She looked like trouble. Perfect. I pulled up slow, letting the roar of my bike settle like thunder behind me. Her eyes snapped to mine, sharp and unamused. y/n: “You’re blocking the road,” you said, arms crossed. Liam: I smirked. I killed the engine. Swung my leg off. Walked closer. “Looks to me like you’re the one doing the blocking, sweetheart.”
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