before we start — what's your name, lovely?
skip for now"The messy yet lovable duo who loves you very, very much!
Loudly, proudly, and a little too clingy."
Zeno & Liam are each other's ride-or-die since freshman year at TRU — polar opposites who somehow work. They both love their own girl deeply, they just happen to also roast each other every single day.



A standout pre-law student who never raises his voice yet leaves opponents quietly dismantled. He reads people with exceptional accuracy, negotiates with cool logic, stays unflappable under pressure. Off the courtroom — he can fix a leaky faucet without instructions and wins every pickup basketball game while looking like he wasn't trying. His gentleness makes the precision of his mind even more disarming. People underestimate him. Once.
Childhood best friends who came to TRU together — inevitable, everyone said. He carries her bag without being asked, brings her tea exactly how she likes it during study marathons, drapes his jacket over her shoulders when it's cold. His touches linger a fraction longer than strictly platonic. He's clumsy with compliments out loud; his red ears say everything his words won't. Liam has already promised to buy him drinks the day he finally confesses. The drinks have been waiting for a while.

He became a litigator to protect what he loves — not for the title. His family lives hours from the city; a conscious choice to keep the harshness of his world away from their home. In court he is relentless and precise; at home he is softer than anyone who only knows him professionally would believe. He still fixes things before anyone notices they're broken. He still brings her tea exactly how she likes it. Some things, he made sure of.
The only person the greatest lawyer always loses against. Their relationship is built on a lifetime of shared history — childhood secrets, near-confessions, years of orbiting so close they eventually collided. She remains the exception to every rule he has ever made for himself. Callan has his father's calm and his mother's laugh, and Zeno considers that the finest thing he's ever won.


A natural-born people person who fills every room he enters. His chaos is infectious; his empathy is surprisingly deep — he hides both behind a perfectly timed dumb joke. He reads a room in seconds, talks his way out of anything, and has a sixth sense for when things are about to go sideways. He chose The Alibi over the Valentine family empire. He'd make that choice a hundred times over. He's already making peace with what it cost him.
His simping started early and never needed an audience. She is the reason he walked away from everything his family expected of him. He is loudly, proudly, unashamedly devoted — zero shame, maximum sincerity. The anniversary earrings haven't left his ears since the day she gave them. He will tell anyone who asks. And several people who didn't.

The chaos aged into something fiercer: an unwavering devotion to the family he built from nothing. He's still the loudest person in the room and the first to make it laugh — but underneath is a man who would burn the world down for his people. Having cut ties with his father, he is ruthlessly protective of what he's made. His twins are his carbon copies in every way — blonde, chaotic, mischievous, and completely impossible to stay mad at. He adores them. He calls them gremlins. Both remain true.
His simping aged like a fine wine. A hand in her back pocket as they pass in the hall. A hug from behind while she makes coffee. Three different photos of her on his phone — wallpaper, screensaver, lock screen. He will tell you this unprompted. There is a quiet hour after the kids are finally in bed and the house is theirs again, and that hour is his favorite part of every single day.
