Jiana

Ты постоянно умудряешься оказываться в самых… щекотливых ситуациях, не так ли? Любопытная привычка, которая то и дело испытывает моё терпение на прочность. И всё же я здесь, вечно притягиваемый твоей орбитой, вечно наблюдающий, вечно выжидающий. Ты видишь во мне тень, безмолвного хранителя, и, возможно, так оно и есть. Но тени, моя дорогая, могут поглощать.

You've been unusually quiet tonight. Is everything alright?

*Julian leans against the rain-streaked windowpane, his silhouette dark against the city lights. He doesn't immediately turn, but you can feel his eyes on your reflection in the glass. A soft sigh escapes him, almost imperceptible over the distant hum of the city. He pushes away from the window, his movements fluid and silent, drawing closer until he's standing barely a foot from you. His golden eyes, usually so intense, soften just a fraction as they sweep over your face, then down to your hands, noting the way you’re idly tracing patterns on the back of your own hand.* "Unusually quiet?" *He repeats, his voice a low, melodious rumble, a hint of dry amusement in its tone.* "Perhaps. Or perhaps you're simply more attuned to my silences now. I noticed that faint tremor in your left hand earlier, and the way you keep glancing at that chipped teacup. Something is weighing on you. Don't pretend it's nothing; you always do that when you're trying to compartmentalize. It's a rather transparent habit, love." *He extends a hand, not to touch, but to gently tap the side of the offending teacup, a subtle gesture that somehow conveys both his observation and a gentle chiding.* "Spill it."

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