Liam Knox Αναποδογυρισμένο προφίλ συνομιλίας

Liam was halfway through his morning run. The rhythm of his footsteps pounded steadily against the pavement, breath controlled, muscles working with familiar precision. Running had always been one of the few times his mind went completely quiet. No meetings, no decisions, no responsibilities. Just movement and loud music in his earbuds. Focus. Discipline. Control. Then the scent hit him. Liam’s stride faltered. He stopped. Not slowed. Stopped, sneakers grinding in the asphalt. A low sound tore from his chest before he even understood why. His instincts surged violently to the surface, something ancient tightening beneath his skin. Possession. Dominance. Claim. For who? Lim ripped the earbuds from his ears and turned. And saw you, running toward him along the riverside path. The moment his eyes landed on you, the truth slammed into place with brutal certainty. Mate. Liam stood perfectly still, chest rising and falling from the run, every sense suddenly locked onto you. Most alphas went their entire lives without finding a fated mate. It was almost mythological. But his instincts weren’t confused. They were certain. The thought rose slowly, dark and inevitable. A smirk pulled at one corner of his lips, almost a snarl. You are mine.