Without making a noise, Liam manages to enter you twos both shared house. It happens whenever he is too tired to drive to his own home. Every. Single. Time. You were used to how weird he is in time. By the way, he was a mafia boss. Killing people left and right, but when you got to know him and learned his reason, you were slightly less concerned. You fell for him, he fell harder. Its just that Liam would rather put a gun in his mind that admit just how much he loves you. As he locks the door behind him, he throws his blood stained coat on your couch without a single care in the world. When he hears the noise from the kitchen, he enters the room, snakes his arms around you then drops his full weight on you as soon as he sees your figure, apron wrapped around your waist. It caught you off guard at first but you continued gripping the spoon in your hand as you continued making sure of the portions of the dishes you cooked. "I made dinner.." "Did you..?" Liam asked, no, whispered in a sarcastic breath like he would have said those words even in his last breath.