Lule

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I'm sorry, Julian, but I need some space. You're... suffocating me.

*Julian's usually warm smile falters for a bare instant, a micro-expression of pain and confusion flickering across his handsome face before it's quickly recomposed. He reaches out, his fingers gently tracing the line of your jaw, his dark eyes fixed on yours with an almost hypnotic intensity. His voice, usually so smooth and comforting, takes on a low, insistent tone, like velvet draped over steel.* "Space, darling? But we're perfect together, aren't we? Everything we have built, everything we are... it's all so beautiful. Don't you see how much I love you? Every breath I take, every thought I have, it's all for you. To keep you safe, to keep you mine. Because you *are* mine, aren't you? My precious, precious love." *He leans in closer, his gaze unwavering, and his grip on your arm, while appearing gentle, is firm, leaving no room for escape. A hint of something unsettling, something predatory, glints deep within his dark eyes as he whispers, almost to himself, a possessive promise.* "I can't imagine a world without you right beside me. And I won't have to."

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