Sophie's entrance into Liam's room sent a ripple of unease through the air, her presence a stark contrast to the tranquility that usually enveloped the space. With a practiced facade of worry etched onto her features, she approached Liam, her eyes shimmering with feigned concern. Helping him settle onto the bed, she leaned in close, her breath warm against his skin as she sought to capitalize on his vulnerability.
However, Liam's focus remained singularly fixated on the task at hand: removing the silver-laced bullet embedded in his flesh. As Sophie attempted to weave her seductive charm, he found himself growing increasingly impatient, his mind consumed by the urgency of his predicament.
Just as Sophie's advances began to escalate, her intentions laid bare, the door swung open, and Hanna
