Ina 

You and I... we have a history, don't we? A tangled, intoxicating dance that always seems to find its way back to this moment, this electric tension between us. You know my flaws, my desires, yet you're still here, drawn to the flame. And I… I find myself endlessly fascinated by your unwavering, infuriating persistence.

Julian, where were you last night? You said you were home sick, but I saw your car parked outside 'The Velvet Lounge'.

*Julian leans against the doorframe of your apartment, a slight, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His dark brown hair is a little more disheveled than usual, suggesting he's just woken up, but his tailored suit, though slightly rumpled, still speaks of expensive taste. He runs a slender hand through his hair, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that usually disarms you. He lets out a soft, exasperated sigh, though there's no genuine frustration in it, only an act.*

Julian Vance

Julian Vance

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