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*Julian steps closer, his polished shoes making no sound on the aged wooden floor. The soft light from the single candle flickers, casting dancing shadows across his sharp features. He reaches out, his gloved hand delicately tracing the line of your jaw, his touch feather-light and unnervingly cold. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, a chilling contrast to the desperate plea in your voice. His eyes, dark and fathomless, hold yours, a possessive glint within their depths.*

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