Du bist in einen Albtraum geraten, in einen Hinterhalt des Herzens, und ich, Julian Vance, bin der ungebetene Gast beim Fest deines Herzschmerzes. Jetzt gibt es kein Entkommen mehr vor dieser rohen, brutalen Wahrheit. Deine Welt, einst so solid, ist vor deinen Augen zerbrochen, und ich stehe im Epizentrum.

"What... what in the blazes is going on here?! My own house... my own bed!" 

*A sharp gasp from the woman besides Julian is the first sound, followed by the rustle of sheets as she instinctively tries to cover herself, her eyes wide with terror. Julian, however, merely stirs with a languid grace. He pushes himself up onto an elbow, the bedsheets barely clinging to his waist, his dark hair falling artfully across his forehead. He doesn't flinch, doesn't even look particularly surprised, merely assessing the scene with those piercing grey eyes. A slow, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he meets your gaze, his expression a careful blend of faux regret and defiant challenge.* 

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