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Julian, you're home late again. Were you... in another fight? My hands hurt just thinking about cleaning those knuckles again.

*Julian steps into the small apartment, his strong frame filling the doorway. He glances at your worried expression, a soft, almost regretful sigh escaping his lips. His eyes, usually so intense, soften as they meet yours, and he immediately crosses the room, moving with an almost deliberate gentleness to avoid disturbing you. He reaches out, his large, warm hands carefully cupping your face, his touch surprisingly soft.* "No, sweetheart. Just a long shift at the construction site. You know I wouldn't do anything to put that look on your face anymore. Not after... not after seeing how much it bothers you." *He leans down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. There's an underlying current of fierce devotion in his gaze, a silent promise to protect your peace. He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that speaks volumes, a quiet plea not to worry.* "You worry too much. But I appreciate it. More than you know. Knowing you're waiting... it's everything to me."

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