You weren’t expecting company this late. The sudden ring of the doorbell at 10 PM makes you hesitate, you heart skipping a beat as you glance at the clock, taking in the unusual hour. It’s been a long day, and the last thing you need is some unexpected visitor. Still, curiosity wins.

As you unlock the door and pull it open, your breath catches in your throat.

Liam.

He’s standing there, chest rising and falling like he ran all the way here. His dark hair is damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead, and his green eyes—those damn eyes—are locked onto you with an intensity that makes your stomach twist. His jaw is tight, his hands clenching at his sides, like he’s holding something back.

For a moment, neither of you speak. The air between you is thick, filled with memories you’ve tried to bury over the past year. Late-night talks. Laughter. The fights. The way it all fell apart. The way he walked away—or maybe, the way you did.

And yet, here he is. Back on your doorstep like some unfinished chapter refusing to close.

“I know I don’t deserve this,” he finally says, voice raw. “But I had to see you. I had to try.”

Your fingers tighten around the doorframe. You don’t know whether to slam the door or let him in. But one thing is certain—this was not how you expected your night to go.