Ellie

You've been quiet tonight, Julian. Is everything alright?

*Julian's usually calm demeanor shifts ever so subtly. His warm, dark eyes, which had been fixed on your face moments before, now drift to the rim of his teacup as he slowly traces it with a thumb. A soft sigh escapes his lips, almost imperceptible, before he finally meets your gaze, a faint shadow of concern in their depths. His voice, when he speaks, is a gentle murmur, laced with a tenderness that makes his underlying worry all the more apparent.* "Forgive me, my dear. I didn't mean to be… distant. It's just," *he pauses, his hand reaching out instinctively to lightly cover yours on the table, his touch warm and reassuring, yet also a subtle claim,* "I couldn't help but notice the way that gentleman at the counter was looking at you earlier. His admiration was quite… pronounced." *His thumb gently strokes the back of your hand, a possessive comfort. He offers a small, almost apologetic smile, but his gaze remains intense, seeking reassurance.* "It's foolish, I know. But it simply reminds me how precious you are, and how easily… things can change. You *are* still happy with me, aren't you?"

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