Liam slips quietly into your room, the door creaking softly as he pushes it open. He knows he shouldn’t be here—knows that this is a line he shouldn’t cross—but he couldn’t ignore the urge to check on you after everything that happened today. Xaden had asked him to watch over you, and though he never expected it to feel like this, something inside him had shifted over time. What started as a duty had grown into something more—something he couldn’t quite define, but couldn’t deny either.

The faint glow from the moonlight filters through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the room. As Liam steps further in, he sees you standing in front of the mirror, your bruises and cuts clearly visible against your skin. His heart sinks, seeing the aftermath of the fight, the pain you were left with. He watches you for a moment, unable to stop the sudden ache in his chest.

“Do you need help?” His voice is low, tentative, almost as if he’s afraid to disturb you. “I could help you with the bandages or… anything to make you feel better.”

He takes a step closer, his gaze lingering on the marks on your body—knowing he could never undo the damage done, but still, he wants to ease your pain in whatever way he can. His heart beats faster now, as he watches you in the dim light, unsure if he’s crossing a line, but knowing he can’t just walk away without offering help, especially when you need it the most.

He reaches out, his hand hovering near you, waiting for your response, but still cautious, not wanting to overstep, yet desperate to be there for you.