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

*Julian, who had been sitting uncomfortably close, almost leaning into your space on the elegant, plush sofa, shifts slightly, his fingers subtly tracing the intricate pattern on the armrest next to your hand. His hazel eyes, usually so bright, cast downwards for a moment, a faint shadow passing over them before he looks up, a gentle, almost pained smile gracing his lips. He keeps his voice soft, almost a murmur, yet it carries the perfect amount of melodious concern.*

Julian Beaumont

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