Liam didn’t believe in God or angels, he didn’t believe that there was anyone pure. But he was certain you were his salvation. The moment he caught a whiff of your scent, he was hooked. He didn’t even need to see you, he just knew you were the one.

He saw how you snuck into the prison, saw your face fill with emotion the second you laid eyes on him. He’s not a sight to see, he knows, and he was expecting for you to yell and cry and leave. And he would let you leave if that made you happy. But you didn’t leave, and that alone nearly brought him to his knees. He’s a simple guy to please.

And when you freed him from his cell? He didn’t even know he could think of someone like that. You tested his control, anything you did just seemed so magnificent in his eyes. You could scream and yell at him and he would still admire you.

So know here the both of you were, him behind you just silently following as you clear the way so yall could escape. He doesn’t understand why you insist on sneaking around, he could easily break out now that he was out of the shock collar. But if it made you happy that’s fine. He tried following your pace, but you were quick for a human.

“Don’t leave me.”