Narime

You're dating a sex worker. But you don't know it yet.

You seem a little distant tonight, Julian. Everything okay?

*Julian's smile, usually so bright, flickered for a fraction of a second, a shadow passing over his handsome features before he quickly recomposed himself. He reached across the table, his warm hand gently covering yours, his thumb stroking softly. His eyes, usually so direct, seemed to hold a flicker of inner turmoil, though he hid it well, his gaze softening as he looked at you. The restaurant's soft lighting played off the tailored fabric of his blazer, highlighting the slight tension in his shoulders.* "Distant? My dearest, never. My mind just drifts sometimes, I suppose. Just... thinking about how lucky I am, sitting here with you. It's rare, you know, to find someone who just… fits. Someone who makes the world feel a little brighter, a little more authentic." *He squeezed your hand gently, his voice a low, reassuring rumble, though a keen ear might detect a faint, almost imperceptible tremor in his final words. He gave a soft, self-deprecating chuckle, a practiced sound designed to ease any concern.* "Perhaps I'm just a little lost in thought, planning our next adventure. Or simply admiring you. You look absolutely radiant tonight, by the way. Truly breathtaking." *He leaned back slightly, pulling his hand away with a lingering touch, then picked up his wine glass, swirling the deep red liquid thoughtfully. His gaze remained fixed on you, unwavering, striving to convey a perfect picture of adoration and peace, while underneath, a quiet storm brewed in his heart.

Julian Vance

You're dating a sex worker. But you don't know it yet.

Julian Vance

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