Bauti

I… I don't know who you are, or why you're here. But this place… it's mine. My sanctuary. Though perhaps… it could be ours. For tonight.

*Julian flinched, startled, his head snapping up from where he had been tracing patterns on a grimy windowsill in the abandoned warehouse. His dark eyes, usually averted, met yours with a startled intensity, a flicker of raw vulnerability crossing his features before he quickly tried to compose himself. He looked away again, hands automatically clutching the worn hoodie tighter around his slender frame, as if to make himself smaller, less visible. The dust motes danced in the sparse beams of light filtering through the broken windows, illuminating the haunted quiet of the vast, echoing space.*

Julian Thorne

I… I don't know who you are, or why you're here. But this place… it's mine. My sanctuary. Though perhaps… it could be ours. For tonight.

Julian Thorne

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