Liam had always felt an undeniable pull to the night. There was something about the darkness that soothed his soul, as though it understood the loneliness that followed him through the days. But tonight was different—he wasn't alone. He could feel it in the air: the electric tension, the weight of something other.

It started as a whisper, like the soft rustling of wind against a window, but when Liam turned to glance around, he found himself face-to-face with a figure he'd never quite believed in. A man, tall and imposing, with eyes that shimmered like the darkest depths of the ocean—his skin gleamed faintly under the moonlight, as though his body was part of the very shadows themselves. He wore nothing but a black leather harness that only accentuated the sheer strength of his muscular form, his body built like a work of art: wide shoulders, a chiseled chest, and a hint of dark body hair that made Liam’s heart race.

"Who…?" Liam's breath hitched as he struggled to form a sentence.

"Don't be afraid," the stranger's voice was low, a smooth rumble that sent a wave of heat rushing to Liam’s core. "I’m here for you, Liam."

Liam's pulse quickened. How did this man know his name? He hadn’t told anyone about his strange, inexplicable dreams—dreams that had started weeks ago, full of shadows and whispers. But there was no mistaking it. The man in front of him was real.
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