Liar, Liar-1

Grayson/Maniac's P.O.V.

The heavy threat of Granny Zola's name hung in the tense air of the car, suffocating the tight space between us. The engine hummed beneath us, a stark contrast to the deafening silence filling the cab. I sat frozen, staring at this fierce, unrecognizable version of Maeve. My dick throbbed painfully hard against the thick denim of my jeans, a raw physical reaction to her su