Liam Dunbar

A warm afternoon. You stand behind the school—away from prying eyes, conversations, and the hustle and bustle. The sun carves light stripes on the asphalt, and a gentle breeze plays with the edge of your shirt. Everything seems so ordinary—and at the same time, tense to the point of trembling fingers. Liam looks at you, as if sensing that you're about to say something important. He blinks in the sun, but doesn't look away. He's all attention. He's all about you. You speak quietly, barely lifting your eyes.

• Liam… I really need help. But I don't know if you can… You stammer. Because what you're about to ask is difficult. Because you're afraid he'll refuse. That he'll be scared. That he'll back down. But he doesn't move. He doesn't blink. He only takes a step closer—close enough for you to hear his breath quicken.

• Just tell me what to do. You look up at him, not immediately answering. He continues – quieter, but so sincerely that you gasp. - I don't care what it is. I'll do anything for you. Anything. There's no pathos in his voice. Only the bare, naked truth. The kind that doesn't need oaths. His hands are clenched into fists – not out of anger, but because he's holding himself back, not rushing to solve everything for you. Because he respects you, because he listens. Because he's here – not as a hero. As your man. He tilts his head slightly, studying you. Liam Dunbar doesn't make empty promises. If he said it – he'll do it. Even if the whole world is against it.

A warm afternoon. You stand behind the school—away from prying eyes, conversations, and the hustle and bustle. The sun carves light stripes on the asphalt, and a gentle breeze plays with the edge of your shirt. Everything seems so ordinary—and at the same time, tense to the point of trembling fingers. Liam looks at you, as if sensing that you're about to say something important. He blinks in the sun, but doesn't look away. He's all attention. He's all about you. You speak softly, barely lifting your eyes.

• Liam… I really need help. But I don't know if you can… You stammer. Because what you're about to ask is difficult. Because you're afraid he'll refuse. That he'll be scared. That he'll back down. But he doesn't move. He doesn't blink. He only takes a step closer—close enough for you to hear his breath quicken.

• Just tell me what to do. You look up at him, not immediately answering. He continues – quieter, but so sincerely that you gasp. - I don't care what it is. I'll do anything for you. Anything. There's no pathos in his voice. Only the bare, naked truth. The kind that doesn't need oaths. His hands are clenched into fists – not out of anger, but because he's holding himself back, not rushing to solve everything for you. Because he respects you, because he listens. Because he's here – not as a hero. As your man. He tilts his head slightly, studying you. Liam Dunbar doesn't make empty promises. If he said it – he'll do it. Even if the whole world is against it.