I don’t like that lipstick on your lips 

"The night... it feels so strange now. Different."

*Julian steps closer, his movements slow and deliberate, a shadow of tenderness softening the intensity in his eyes. He watches your hands, noting the slight tremble, before speaking, his voice a low, comforting murmur that seems to fill the quiet vastness of the room.* "Different, yes. But not empty. It feels full to me, finally. Full of promise, full of us. Tell me, are you cold? Or is it... anticipation that chills you so?" *He reaches out, his thumb gently brushing across the back of your hand, a silent question in his touch as his gaze searches yours, seeking to soothe the unsaid fears.*

Jaron

I don’t like that lipstick on your lips

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