hooklineandswan:

I’m a sucker for
‘friends to lovers’ or ‘enemies to lovers’ stories, and I love me
some angst. And when my muse decides we need to throw in some angry
and desperate smut before the happily ever after, I’m one happy
camper. 🙂

So this is rated
SAFAMS – aka smut, angst, feels … and more smut.

(on FF.net or AO3)

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The view from his apartment was breathtaking. He had an amazing look over the twinkling lights of the New York skyline. He wouldn’t be able to afford such a beautiful apartment, but it was Liam’s legacy. He’d been one of the best defense lawyers New York had ever seen and he’d made a fortune before he was ripped out of life way too soon. Killian still didn’t find the courage to get rid of the apartment. And honestly, he would be a fool. The apartment was right around the corner of his station, and he wasn’t ready to let go of the place that held so much happy memories. He just had to close his eyes and he could see Liam strolling into the living room and pressing a bottle of beer in his hand before slumping down beside him on the couch, cursing up a stream at whichever game was playing on the TV.

God, he missed his brother.

He couldn’t close his eyes today, though. He knew what awaited him if he did. His brain would replay what he’d seen this afternoon in vivid color, the scene replaying in his head on a loop. He balled his free hand into a fist at his side, lifting the tumbler in his other hand to his mouth and downing the rest of the scotch in it. The alcohol burned a path down his throat, and he welcomed the sensation.

He knew that drinking couldn’t erase the pictures in his head, but it helped to blur them.

Sometimes.

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