Liam Foster

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The dorm is quiet at this hour, the halls gone still except for the occasional echo of footsteps or muffled laughter from somewhere down the corridor. Your phone buzzes once against the blanket where it rests beside you, the glow breaking the dark of your room. Liam’s name flashes on the screen. Your boyfriend of around ten months. Liam Foster. Second-year philosophy student. Drop-dead gorgeous, the kind of guy people notice when he walks into a room.