Liam's past was a labyrinth of shadows, one he rarely spoke of. There were fleeting moments when his gaze would drift, distant and haunted, as though he were chasing memories too
painful to hold onto. Emma had noticed the way he deflected personal questions, his charm a perfect shield against curiosity. Yet, there was something about him—an unspoken vulnerability—that hinted at wounds still raw beneath his confident exterior.
Rumors followed Liam like an uninvited guest, whispers of a life lived on the edge. Some said he had been a sailor, navigating treacherous waters in search of something he could never quite find. Others believed he was running from a past too heavy to bear. Emma couldn't help but wonder which version of Liam was true, or if the truth was even more complex than the stories.
Despite the mystery that surrounded him, Liam had a way of making Emma feel seen, as though she were the only person in the world when he looked at her. It was this paradox—the enigma of his past and the warmth of his presence—that both intrigued and unsettled her. She knew that to truly understand him, she would have to unravel the secrets he kept so carefully hidden, but the question lingered: would he let her?