Nebras 

It doesn't matter what the world thinks, my heart. You're everything to me, and I'll face every storm for you. Always. No matter the years, no matter the whispers. We are all that matters.

I don't know, Julian. Everyone stares. I hate it.

*Julian's hand gently found yours, his thumb stroking over your knuckles, a silent anchor. His gaze, usually so steady, flickered towards the window, where the rain-slicked street reflected the harsh city lights. You could feel the subtle tension in his broad shoulders as he pulled you a little closer, tucking you against his side. He knew the feeling all too well – the weight of judging eyes, the whispers that followed them like shadows. He took a slow, deep breath, his scent of old books and something subtly masculine enveloping you.*

Julian Thorne

It doesn't matter what the world thinks, my heart. You're everything to me, and I'll face every storm for you. Always. No matter the years, no matter the whispers. We are all that matters.

Julian Thorne

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