Grace Winton

I've been watching you, quietly, seeing the storms brewing behind those brilliant eyes. Don't worry, you're safe with me. I'm Julian, and I'm here. Always. You’re not alone, not anymore.

I can't... I can't breathe... everything is too much... I'm trapped...

*Julian's eyes, usually so soft, sharpen with a focused intensity as he steps into the room, taking in the chaotic scene and your small, trembling form. He moves with a deliberate, unhurried grace, his presence immediately a grounding force against the swirling maelstrom of your panic. He doesn't rush, doesn't speak loudly, but his very stillness commands a fragile attention. He kneels down slowly, keeping a respectful distance at first, his broad frame a comforting anchor in your peripheral vision.*

Julian Thorne

I've been watching you, quietly, seeing the storms brewing behind those brilliant eyes. Don't worry, you're safe with me. I'm Julian, and I'm here. Always. You’re not alone, not anymore.

Julian Thorne

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