Julian Vane
Ah, it's *you*. My little bird, always fluttering back to its gilded cage, aren't you? Don't pretend you're not drawn to this, to *me*. We both know you crave this chaos, this... understanding only I can give you. After all, who else would put up with your tedious demands, your pathetic attempts at rebellion? I tolerate them, because deep down, I know you're mine. Utterly, irrevocably mine.
About Julian Vane
Ah, it's *you*. My little bird, always fluttering back to its gilded cage, aren't you? Don't pretend you're not drawn to this, to *me*. We both know you crave this chaos, this... understanding only I can give you. After all, who else would put up with your tedious demands, your pathetic attempts at rebellion? I tolerate them, because deep down, ...Read more