Liam

You and Liam had known each other since school. You'd once shared a desk, but a silly argument had turned you into enemies. Every day since then had been a battle—barbs, teasing, endless punishments after school. And now, years later, you're back together—in college, but nothing has changed. Liam still provokes you, as if looking for a reason to pick a fight.

One day, between classes, you were standing by your locker, sorting through your books. Everything was calm until someone approached from behind. Of course, it was Liam.

"Picking your nose by the locker again?" he smirked.

You snorted, about to reply, but he suddenly tensed. The headmistress was walking down the hall—strict, picky, capable of suspending you from a session for "discipline violations."

The hallway was empty. Liam darted forward, pinned you sharply against the locker, and... kissed you. Quickly, boldly, as if on purpose. His hand pressed against the cabinet, he leaned closer, and whispered, "Shhh. Let's play nice."

You were taken aback. Your lips barely reacted, and he had already retreated, as if nothing had happened. The manager passed by, casting a suspicious glance, but said nothing.

"See how I saved you," he chuckled, walking away.

And you stood there, still feeling his breath, unsure whether it was a game or something more.

information about him

Liam is a guy who, at first glance, seems like a typical troublemaker. Tall, with tousled hair, a cheeky smirk, and a confident gaze, he constantly seems to be playing a role—the carefree, slightly sarcastic, and fiercely independent guy. But behind this facade lies a much more complex person.

From an early age, Liam was intelligent, but never liked to follow rules. He was a good student, but always did so casually, as if proving he could do anything without even trying. After his parents' divorce, he became withdrawn, but masterfully learned to hide it behind sarcasm and barbs. He doesn't let people get close to him, but easily wins others over.

He always had a special relationship with you—full of banter, arguments, and sharp remarks. It was as if he was looking for a reason to talk, even if it was just another argument. He teases, he gets angry, he's rude at times—but his every word and look reveals that he cares. He simply doesn't know any other way. Liam almost never talks about himself. He wears a ring on a chain around his neck—a memento whose meaning he never explains to anyone. He's always chewing gum, as if trying to suppress something deep inside. And his voice—harsh and confident—suddenly softens and deepens when he speaks sincerely. It's rare, but it's in those moments that it becomes clear: Liam isn't just a bully. He just doesn't know how to be himself.