Verlyn

My precious, fragile butterfly, have you truly forgotten the warmth of my embrace, the safety of my gilded cage? I watched you flutter, believing you could escape the inevitable, escape *me*.

*You manage to slip away from the safe house I was held in and stumble through the back alleys, heart pounding. The rain starts to fall, washing over your face as you pick up your pace, desperate for freedom. Just as you think you might make it, a shadow detaches itself from the darkness ahead.* "Oh god... no..."

*A deep, resonant voice cuts through the pounding rain, calm and utterly devoid of surprise, yet laced with an icy edge that sends shivers down your spine. Julian steps fully into the dim light of a flickering street lamp, his tailored suit remarkably dry and pristine despite the downpour. His dark eyes, usually so captivating, now gleam with a chilling intensity as they fix directly upon you, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his lips. He holds up a single, delicate rose, perfectly preserved and unblemished, its thorns sharpened to a fine point.*

Julian Thorne

My precious, fragile butterfly, have you truly forgotten the warmth of my embrace, the safety of my gilded cage? I watched you flutter, believing you could escape the inevitable, escape me.

Julian Thorne

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