As Liam crouched down, his gaze fixed on Mabel's helpless form trapped within his shadow, a faint smirk tugged at his lips. There was a quiet sense of amusement in his eyes as he took in the scene before him.
"Well, I guess you do win," Mabel admitted, meeting his gaze with her usual calm composure. "Now kindly let me out of here. It's more unsettling and uncomfortable than you think."
Liam studied her in silence for a moment, his expression unreadable.
"What if I don't want to?" he said at last, his tone carrying a hint of amusement that was far more noticeable than his usual calm detachment. "I mean, if we're being honest… you don't look too bad right now."
Mabel's eyes widened slightly at that.
She hadn't expected that from him.
'Is he… actually trying to joke with me right now? 'she thought, a flicker of irritation rising beneath her otherwise controlled demeanor.
