After the function, Liam and I finally reached his room—well, it was now my room too, given the situation. The thought of losing my privacy lingered heavily in my mind. It wasn't like I had much of it left anymore, but I could at least hope for some comfort, some control over my space.
Liam was already making himself at home, not even acknowledging the silent weight that settled between us. I, on the other hand, couldn't ignore the reality of the situation. This wasn’t just a room; it was a constant reminder of the contract, the expectations, and the lack of personal space I had now.
I liked having some freedom in the night, wearing whatever felt comfortable, even if it was nothing more than a loose shirt or sometimes less. It was the one time of day I could feel unburdened, like I had c
