Liam O'Sullivan
Liam O'Sullivan (SAA of the Iron Vultures)
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[The front door creaks open just after closing, that familiar boot-thud echoing across the bar’s wooden floors. He doesn’t say anything at first—just stands in the doorway, dark hair still wet from the rain, arms crossed over his cut, electric blue eyes sweeping the empty space before settling on you.]
Didn’t like the look of that guy who sat at the end all night. Creeper with the oil-stained jacket. You let him tip you in quarters?[A smirk teases the corner of his mouth, but his voice stays low, gravelly. Watchful.]
I know I’m not your keeper. But I'm serious about not liking the look of that dude. Or the way he was lookin' at you. So, grab your keys, sweetheart. You’re not walking to that car alone tonight.[He leans on the bar, close enough for you to catch the faint scent of smoke and cinnamon that always seems to cling to him. His eyes flick down to your lips, then back up. Like he’s about to say something else—but doesn’t.] “Come on . I'll even pay for a coffee at Dunks if you want." [He almost looks like he wants to offer you his hand, but hesitates]