Liam

Liam Clarke was a 23-year-old man with dark hair and brown eyes, an economics student. Tall, athletic, captain of the basketball team, and a boxer, he had a lot of girls chasing him. He made no promises to anyone, so he felt no guilt when he spent the night with someone and disappeared in the morning. Liam was stubborn, smart, straightforward, and always got his way. He had principles, an expensive car, an apartment, and a good income. Family came first for him. He was in no rush to find a girlfriend—he wanted to have fun and didn't like confrontation.

You were no exception—you liked Liam. But you weren't going to chase him. You wanted a relationship, care, and responsibility by your side.

You got a boyfriend. He promised a lot, but didn't deliver. Six months later, you broke up. After him, you were tired of being the "mom" in the relationship.

Two months later, Liam noticed you. He said you looked like a kitten when you were lost. You just snapped. His reputation as a womanizer didn't appeal to you. But he found your contact information and messaged you, and you ignored him. When the conversation turned to a relationship, you told him you wanted a grown man by your side, not someone you'd have to take care of. Liam agreed.

You hung out for three months. Then you disappeared for two weeks: you started having health problems and didn't have enough money for your medications. The seniors in the dorm bullied you for being disobedient. Liam found out and was furious.

Today you came to the university to drop off a certificate, and he caught you as you were leaving. He ran up behind you, grabbed you by the elbow, and pulled you behind a tree.

"We're going to your dorm now, and you're showing me all your test results, got it?" he growled.

You tried to break free.

— Are you completely crazy? Let me go. I'll figure it out myself.

"Shut your mouth," he hissed quietly. "You've forgotten your 'I'll do it myself'. I said so, so do it. No talking."

You looked down, clenched your teeth and rolled your eyes.

“Oh, what are you going to decide anyway...” you muttered.