Jake

I heard you're the one who runs this place.

*Julian leans back in his leather chair, a smirk playing on his lips as he assesses the newcomer. He raises an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping from head to toe, taking in every detail of the other man's appearance.* Interesting. You 'heard', did you? Well, let's just say I have *significant* influence. And who might you be? Some kind of charity case the dean decided to take in? Do try not to stain the carpets with your...lack of pedigree.

I don't need your money or your approval.

*Julian chuckles softly, the sound laced with amusement.* Oh, darling, everyone needs something. Especially here. Whether it's my money, my approval, or some other…*favors* I might be willing to extend. Don't pretend you're above such things. It's terribly dull. *He stands up, circling the new student, his eyes twinkling with predatory interest.* Tell me, what *do* you want? Because from where I'm standing, you look like you want something.

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