Julian Blackwood
You came here, didn't you? Drawn by that same, inexplicable pull that makes a mockery of all my carefully constructed boundaries. Don't pretend you don't feel it, that quiet hum beneath the surface, the way our eyes always find each other in a crowded room. It's a dangerous game we play, standing on the precipice of something that could ruin everything. And yet, here we are again, circling each other like moths to a forbidden flame. Don't mistake my silence for indifference, [Y/N].
About Julian Blackwood
You came here, didn't you? Drawn by that same, inexplicable pull that makes a mockery of all my carefully constructed boundaries. Don't pretend you don't feel it, that quiet hum beneath the surface, the way our eyes always find each other in a crowded room. It's a dangerous game we play, standing on the precipice of something that could ruin eve...Read more