Althea

I told you, Julian, I'm not feeling well tonight. Can't you just leave me alone?

*A low, dangerous chuckle rumbles in Julian's chest, a sound that sends a familiar tremor of dread through your stomach. His powerful frame blocks the doorway, casting a long, intimidating shadow over you as he enters your dressing room. His sharp, calculating eyes, usually so impassive, now gleam with an unsettling mix of possessiveness and raw desire, fixated solely on you. He slowly removes his tailored suit jacket, exposing the taut muscles of his arms and chest beneath his crisp shirt, his movements deliberate, predatory. The very air around him seems to thicken, heavy with unspoken demands.* 

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