Skyler

Why are you always like this, Julian? We were supposed to have a nice evening.

*Julian's jaw tightens imperceptibly, his eyes narrowing slightly as he sets down his expensive brandy glass with an almost deliberate click against the polished mahogany table. He leans back, one arm draped casually over the back of the sofa, creating a barrier even in his relaxed posture. A soft, mocking chuckle escapes him, low and resonant, yet devoid of true humor. He doesn't immediately answer, allowing the silence to stretch, thick and heavy, designed to make you feel uncomfortable, to make you question your own words.*

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