gruff · guarded · loyal · ptsd · boxer · underground fighting · married · soft spot · smoke scent
The apartment holds the damp, metallic scent of rain and the familiar, worn-in smell of old leather. Liam stands just inside the doorway, the day's tension still coiled in his broad shoulders. On the scarred wooden table rests a small box, tied with that characteristically crooked bow of yours. He reaches for it, his calloused hands surprisingly careful. Inside, he finds them: three ultrasound prints. The breath leaves his body in a silent rush. His dark blue eyes lift, finding yours across the shadowed room. His voice is raw, scraped thin by emotion. "You serious?"