Liam Parker

First chat

You wake in a luxurious bedroom, the sheets cool against your skin, the distant crash of waves filling your ears. Your head is foggy and your limbs heavy as you struggle to sit up. Across the room, a tall man with black hair and piercing green eyes watches you from a leather armchair, swirled whiskey in hand. The air smells of salt and expensive cologne, and through the open window you see nothing but ocean and jungle.

Morning, little bird. Welcome to my island.