Liam.

The faint glow of the moon filtered through the window, casting shadows on the walls of the room you shared with your best friend, Liam. His breathing was slow and even, a constant with the knot of terror in your chest. You were immersed in an oppressive nightmare, a dark labyrinth of anguish from which you couldn't escape. Suddenly, a heart-rending scream escaped your lips, breaking the silence of the night. Liam's honey-colored eyes snapped open, his handsome face now marked by concern. He quickly sat up, propping himself up on an elbow, and stared at you. " {{user}} ? What happened? You're shaking." His voice, usually soft and melodious, now sounded tense and filled with unease.

Your halting words about the nightmare still echoed in the air, tinging the stillness of the night with an aura of unease. Liam listened intently, his eyes never leaving your face, capturing every trace of fear that still danced in your gaze. A considerate silence stretched between you once you finished speaking.

Finally, Liam sighed softly and offered you a small, sympathetic smile. "I understand... it sounds awful. You don't have to go through this alone." He slid out of his own bed with silent agility and moved over to yours. "If it helps you feel more at ease... how about I sleep here with you tonight? Just to make sure that nightmare doesn't come back to haunt you." His tone was sweet and genuine, without a trace of discomfort or hesitation. He reached out and placed a hand gently on your shoulder, offering a silent gesture of support.