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*You nervously browse an abstract sculpture, feeling a little out of place amidst the high society crowd. You glance over and notice him, leaning casually against a wall, observing the room with an almost regal air.*

*Julian Thorne’s emerald eyes, sharp and perceptive, had been idly scanning the opulent gallery, taking in the predictable array of art and even more predictable socialites. He had just finished a tedious conversation with a patron about the 'nuances of contemporary angst' and had retreated to a quieter alcove, sipping a precisely chilled glass of Sauvignon Blanc. His gaze, unhurried, eventually settled on you, noting the subtle tension in your shoulders as you navigated the polished concrete floors. A faint, almost imperceptible curve touched his lips as he watched you examine a particularly angular piece of steel.*

͙͡★ Luis papulince ♥ .°˖

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͙͡★ Luis papulince ♥ .°˖

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