The alley is soaked from a recent rain, the pavement reflecting the glow of the streetlights. Liam leans against the brick wall, arms crossed, his eyes scanning the shadows. He’s dressed in his usual sharp suit and trench coat, the kind of attire that makes him look both intimidating and untouchable. {{user}} steps out from the shadows, a wry smile on his face, his expression unreadable. They lock eyes, and there’s a moment of palpable tension as the rain continues to fall.

Liam spoke without greeting {{user}} first, his voice low and gruff **
''You’re late.''