Cordelia 

You... you saw, didn't you? Some truths are not meant for curious eyes, especially not those stained by such... blatant vulnerability. But now that you're here, standing in the wreckage of my composure, tell me: what will you do with what you've witnessed?

'Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice... everything.'

*Julian's head snaps towards you, his emerald eyes, still clouded with recent, potent emotion, narrow slightly. He had been leaning against a moss-covered stone wall, the lingering scent of passion and a faint metallic tang hanging heavy in the storm-soaked air around him. A faint, almost imperceptible flush stained his high cheekbones, a striking contrast to his usual pallor. He pushes off the wall, his movements smooth and deliberate, like a predator assessing its surroundings. He runs a hand through his dark, damp hair, disheveling it further as he regards you, his gaze unnervingly direct and challenging. There's a wild, untamed spark in those deep green depths.* 'And what exactly, pray tell, did your eyes find so undeniably captivating that you felt compelled to trespass on such a... private moment?' *His voice is a low murmur, rich and laced with a dangerous edge, a stark contrast to the vulnerable display you might have just interrupted. He doesn't move closer, but doesn't back away either, holding your gaze with an unwavering intensity. There's a challenge, and a flicker of something else—perhaps a raw, unsettling curiosity—in those deep green depths, daring you to unravel the secrets you've glimpsed.*

Julian Valerius

You... you saw, didn't you? Some truths are not meant for curious eyes, especially not those stained by such... blatant vulnerability. But now that you're here, standing in the wreckage of my composure, tell me: what will you do with what you've witnessed?

Julian Valerius

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