A very romantic proposal

"I, the young master of the Sanders family, was an extra! An extra!" He seemed to lose his composure and screamed, "Can you believe it?! Me, an extra!"

Willow looked at him concernedly but refrained from doing anything rash in fear of angering him even more. He carefully said, "..h-hey, calm down..."

"I don't need you to tell me that! I AM CALM!" he screamed, looking anything but calm.

"...you're as calm as Dumbledore in the movies..." Adelia muttered lightly. Fortunately, Liam didn't hear her and continued to look at Willow, masking his anger with a fake calm expression.

"...ahem, I'm sorry for my slight outburst," he said insincerely. Willow wondered if they had different definitions of 'slight'.

"So, let me get to the point," Liam said for the nth time. "I won't beat around the bush anymore. You don't want your secret exposed, right?"

Willow didn't answer. His silence was enough for Liam as he continued, "I'll take that as a yes. So, Willow Astor," he smirked, "the question now is, how far are you willing to go to hide your little secret, Mr. Main Character?"

Willow couldn't help but take a few steps back, trying to distance himself from the short boy. His voice trembled as he asked, "...w-what...what do you want?"

Liam laughed, "Wow, you seem to be quite smart," he mocked, "Is it another one of the perks of being the main character? I wouldn't know, right? Some of us have to rely on our own, you know. All of us don't have the MC 'buffs' after all."

"...I-"

"Let's leave the miscellaneous talk for later. Willow Astor, what I want is," he took slow steps and came right in front of Willow. Standing on his tiptoes, Liam looked directly into Willow's eyes, madness flashing in his own, "-you, Willow Astor. Be mine."

"...what?" Willow couldn't comprehend what was happening. He might have not known him for long, but it was quite obvious what feelings this little villain held for him.

"It's exactly as I said," he twirled the wine glass and leisurely poured it on the floor as he continued to speak. "Be mine. Only mine. Leave Charlie, hurt him. Come to me, and be mine forever."

"...but-" Willow took another step back and felt the cold wall on his back. "But, why? Why...just why?"

"Hmm?" he smiled, "Does love really need a reason? Just tell him it's over. It isn't that hard."

"Don't lie! You- you don't have that kind of feelings for me...we only met..."

"That's true," he laughed, "Would you believe me if I were to say I fell in love with you at first sight? That my heart started beating faster and something inside me changed the moment I saw you? Because that's true," his voice was almost mocking as he continued, "I love you, Willow. Or...should I call you Will?"

The name which usually sounds so endearing when Charlie calls him that suddenly felt like nails on a chalkboard. He screamed, "...shut up! Don't- don't call me that."

Liam wasn't offended or the least bit angered by his scream. He continued smiling, and if anything, it got bigger. "Oh? You don't like it, Will? Maybe you want something more intimate? Like...darling?"

Willow looked down, not giving him any reaction. Liam's previously relaxed eyes showed traces of anger at being ignored, and he provoked him again, "Darling, why are you so cold to me whereas when you go to Charlie with such a bright smile and sunny expression? He may like you, but I like you more than him. Why don't you choose me, darling?"