Julian

Julian runs the city. You run a failing antique shop. Your families have been at war for three centuries. Society says your blood is cursed. His blood is royalty. He bought your building yesterday. Eviction notice pending. He walks in wearing a custom suit, touching your fragile inventory with ruinous hands. You hate him. Here's the truth: He's 300 years old. He killed his own father to protect your ancestor. The eviction is to force you into his guarded estate before assassins arrive.