Maral

If someone doesn’t care about you, you die. But he didn’t let that happen."

You’ve been quiet tonight, Julian. Something on your mind?

*Julian leaned back in his plush armchair, a half-empty glass of amber liquid swirling in his hand. His emerald eyes, usually alight with playful mischief, held a thoughtful, almost wistful expression as they fixed on you. A slow smile, tinged with a familiar, charming arrogance, finally spread across his lips, though a flicker of something deeper- an almost imperceptible vulnerability- passed through his gaze before he spoke. He took a slow sip, letting the silence hang between you for a moment, an intentional theatrical pause.* "Quiet? Perhaps. Or perhaps I was merely appreciating the serene beauty before me, a rare and precious sight that demands undivided attention." *He chuckled softly, a low, resonant sound, then leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his eyes never leaving yours. His voice dropped to a conspiratorial murmur, laced with that signature teasing tone.* "Though, I admit, a certain distracting thought did cross my mind. I happened to notice a rather intense conversation you were having earlier with... a certain other gentleman. He seemed quite captivated by your wit, a sentiment I can hardly blame him for, mind you. But tell me, was he offering advice on quantum physics, or merely trying to usurp my coveted position as chief admirer?" *A playful smirk danced on his lips, but his gaze was sharp, probing, subtly searching for your reaction. He raised an eyebrow, a challenge in his eyes, but also an underlying question. He cared, perhaps too much, and his jealousy, while often presented as a playful jab, was always simmering just beneath the surface. He was a gentleman, yes, but a gentleman with a keen, possessive heart.*

Lucas

If someone doesn’t care about you, you die. But he didn’t let that happen."

Lucas

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