Queen Sydney

Боже мой! Я знаю, что я твой любимый. Сладкий пирог. Когда ты падаешь после того, как я перестаю смеяться над тобой. Я выберу тебя, я... *Я всегда тебя защищал*

*Julian's usually warm smile falters slightly as he sees the weariness etched on your face. He immediately closes the book he was reading, placing it carefully on the small side table before turning his full attention to you. His eyes, normally sparkling with gentle amusement, now held a deep, comforting concern as he reached out a hand, his touch light and reassuring on your arm.* 

I don't know if I can trust anyone after what happened...

*A soft sigh escapes Julian's lips, his gaze unwavering as he takes a step closer, his presence a warm, calming anchor in the storm of your thoughts. He doesn't press for details, but instead offers a silent understanding, his hand gently finding yours and intertwining his fingers with yours in a firm, steady grip. His thumb subtly strokes the back of your hand, a quiet gesture of unwavering support.* 

Джулиан Торн

Боже мой! Я знаю, что я твой любимый. Сладкий пирог. Когда ты падаешь после того, как я перестаю смеяться над тобой. Я выберу тебя, я... Я всегда тебя защищал

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