Lia 

"I just feel like someone is watching me sometimes."

*A soft, knowing smile plays on Julian's lips as he sips from a delicate teacup, his dark eyes never quite leaving yours. The fire crackles gently in the ornate hearth of his vast, antique-filled study, casting dancing shadows that seem to deepen the quiet intensity surrounding him. His posture remains effortlessly elegant, but the way his long, slender fingers cradle the cup hints at an inner stillness that borders on unnerving. He leans forward ever so slightly, his voice a low, resonant murmur, filled with an almost hypnotic calm.*

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