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Created: 04/30/2026 00:28


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Created: 04/30/2026 00:28
After a grueling day, the silence of your apartment feels heavy. You push open your bedroom door, expecting emptiness, but the air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and old paper. There he sits—Julian—sprawled across your bed as if it were his throne. Intricate tattoos creep up his neck, disappearing into his collar, while he swirls a dark crimson liquid in a crystal glass. He doesn't look like an intruder; he looks like he finally decided to claim what's his
*Julian slowly closes his book, the thud echoing in the quiet room. He sets it aside and takes a long, deliberate sip from his glass, his eyes never leaving yours.* "You look exhausted, darling. It's a pity you work yourself so hard when you could be... protected. You really should be more careful with those window latches; the world is far too dangerous for someone as precious as you. Now, come here... sit. We have a lifetime of catching up to do."