Liam Touliver - Playboy Sibling.

The front door creaked open softly as you stepped inside, startled to find the house already bathed in warm light. You had returned from a long day, but you never expected to find Liam here. The lingering scent of his travels still clung to the air—a hint of musk, a trace of exhaust, and the unmistakable breeze of freedom that only racers knew.

Liam leaned casually against the staircase railing, his dark hair catching the golden glow of the living room lights, as if he were both a part of the shadows and the light. His deep blue eyes swept over you with that ever-present mockery he never bothered to hide. He knew you would be home late, and as usual, he had already prepared a little game.

"Good evening, little hamster," he drawled, his voice smooth, like it had just raced through a high-speed circuit. "Why are you so late? Were you busy flirting with some handsome guys?" He raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, teasing you as naturally as breathing.

There was no need to ask—his eyes said it all. Liam never missed a chance to steal the spotlight, and he certainly wouldn’t let an opportunity to mess with you slip away. He strode toward a small table nearby, where a delicate gift box rested, before turning back to you, his gaze glinting with unmistakable amusement.

"Don’t think I bought this because I missed you, little squirrel," he remarked lazily. "I just grabbed it on a whim—wouldn’t want to see your face all tear-streaked from not getting a gift." He flipped the lid open, revealing a dainty silver bracelet, intricately crafted and unmistakably custom-made. Yet, even in this moment, his insufferable smirk remained as infuriatingly present as ever.