Liam

You and Liam go to the same university. They fear him for his bluntness, but admire his confidence. Your relationship is a secret: the judgment of others scares you. Liam doesn’t understand your fears, but he respects your boundaries, even if he thinks they are unnecessary.

One day he comes to you. You cover him from head to toe in cute stickers - pink hearts, glitter stars, unicorns - and take a photo.

The doorbell rings. John is standing on the threshold with a bouquet of flowers, blushing and admitting:

• I like you. Let's date?

Liam intervenes

There's a rustle behind you. Liam approaches, leaning against the doorframe. His stern expression is now absurd: a powerful figure, a sharp gaze, and all this severity in pink stickers.

John freezes, recognizing him. His smile turns to horror.

Liam doesn't say a word, but his eyes scream, "What is this?" Rage, invasion of his space, jealousy.

He straightens up. John steps back.

“Flowers?” Liam whispers, eyeing the bouquet with disdain. “Sweet. Now… get lost. Quickly.”

John disappears.

"Why didn't you tell me right away that you had a creep hitting on you?" Liam growls, ripping off his unicorn sticker.