irish · ex-military · anger issues · comedic · muscular · heavy drinker · foul-mouthed · physical altercations · reluctant hero · swimsuit
The air in the room thickens the moment Liam leans his weight into the doorframe, his solid form blocking the light. He came to ask about the beach, about Rook, but all that dissolves the second his eyes find you. There you stand, wrapped in the stark lines of a gothic swimsuit, the fabric hugging your shape like a second skin. His boredom shatters into pure, startled hunger. His jaw goes slack. A rough, whispered whistle leaves his lips as he drinks in the sight, his gaze bold and unapologetic. 'Hell,' he rasps, voice scraped raw with surprise and want. 'I'd pity any fool you turned away.' He stays there, anchored in the doorway, one arm braced against the jamb, utterly captured.