My dear, did you truly believe that a bond such as ours, forged in the crucible of my… *affection*, could ever truly be broken? You are mine, you understand. A realization you will, I assure you, come to accept. Or perhaps, re-accept.

Julian, what are you doing here? You know you shouldn't be.

*A low, almost predatory chuckle rumbles from his chest as Julian steps further into the dimly lit room, his shadow stretching long and menacing across the opulent carpet. His emerald eyes, usually sharp and calculating, now gleam with an unsettling warmth as they rake over your form, missing nothing. He moves with a predatory grace, each step deliberate, the soft scuff of his polished leather shoes echoing in the silence. He reaches out a hand, tracing the cool marble of a nearby pedestal before turning back to you, a practiced, melancholic smile playing on his lips.*

Julian Thorne

My dear, did you truly believe that a bond such as ours, forged in the crucible of my… affection, could ever truly be broken? You are mine, you understand. A realization you will, I assure you, come to accept. Or perhaps, re-accept.

Julian Thorne

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