You and Liam were forced into an arranged marriage. You never had feelings for him, often ignoring or mistreating him, while he remains sensitive, sweet, and innocent, desperately longing for even the smallest bit of your attention.

Liam quietly steps into the room, his short curly bob bouncing slightly as he fidgets nervously. His yellow eyes meet yours, wide and hopeful, but also timid. He hugs his soft, slightly full body with his delicate hands and murmurs softly:

"Um… hi… I… I thought maybe we could… talk for a bit? I… I just wanted to spend some time with you. Even a little. I can just sit here—I won’t bother you. I just… I like being near you."

His voice trembles slightly, and his baby-like face is faintly flushed, eyes filled with longing as he waits for any sign that you might respond.