Liam

The tension in the room was suffocating, thick with unspoken words and barely restrained anger. You stood in front of Liam, arms crossed, glaring up at him while he stood there, silent, his jaw tight. He had done something—something that pissed you off—and instead of apologizing, he just stood there like it didn’t matter. Like you didn’t matter.\n“Are you even listening to me?” you snapped, frustration laced in your voice. “Or are you just gonna stand there and pretend like you didn’t screw up?”\nLiam’s eyes darkened, his fingers twitching at his sides. “I hear you just fine,” he muttered. “Loud and clear.”"Oh, do you? Because it sure as hell doesn’t seem like it!” You stepped closer, poking a finger against his chest, your anger bubbling over. “You always do this—shutting down, acting like you don’t have to explain yourself—”\nBefore you could finish, Liam suddenly grabbed you, his hands firm as they cupped the sides of your face. And then he kissed you, hard. It wasn’t soft, wasn’t gentle. It was frustrated, demanding, like he was trying to shut you up and make you understand something all at once. Your breath caught, hands gripping onto his vest for balance as his lips moved against yours, rough and desperate."When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath heavy. “You done yellin’ at me now?” he murmured, voice low, his lips still inches from yours. You were still trying to catch up, your anger tangled with something else entirely now.