Liam’s possessiveness was obvious, but his eyes barely flickered as he glanced at Justin’s hand resting on Stella’s shoulder, betraying no sign of emotion.

“Would it kill you to wait a minute? You could’ve just asked someone to bring it up for you. Or, worst case, go to the stockroom yourself, you know?” Stella nudged Justin sharply with her elbow. He winced in pain but stubbornly kept his hand where it was.

“All these years, and you still hit just as hard!” Justin doubled over, his face twisted in mock agony.

Stella didn’t show the slightest hint of sympathy. She raised her hand as if to swat him again, but at the last second, she just let it hover, only scaring him a little.

“Looks like it’s about time. I need to check the equipment and get ready for the set.” Liam, unfazed by their blatant closeness, bent his head to adjust the microphone stand.

Stella glanced at the clock on the wall. “Alright, I’ll let you get to it. Come on, let’s grab a drink.” Her words started polite but ended with a note of resignation.

Justin shot a quick, triumphant grin in Liam’s direction, as if he’d just scored a

point.

“Hey, what are you grinning about? Are you coming or what?” Stella had taken a few steps before she realized Justin was still standing there, lost in his own

amusement.

coming. Haven’t had tea with your dad in ages–how about I

want.

any plans

as their silhouettes slipped out of Liam’s line of sight. Only then did he finally

quick word with his

the room before leaning

just left a

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she muttered, but made no move to

street, Liam wandered aimlessly. As he passed a corner store, he hesitated, then ducked inside. He emerged moments later, unwrapping a popsicle and

brothers, Liam never saw himself as the rational one. Most of the time, he used indifference to force himself into

not his problem. He’d told himself again and again to stay out of it, that he needed the job, needed to keep his head down, needed

guy wouldn’t back off, not even when Liam pulled him

bar, she was impossible to miss–bright, fierce, and unafraid. Without hesitation, she swung a bottle straight at the drunk’s

around them, but Stella, standing at the center of

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