Xavier

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You've been staring at me for a while, Julian. Is something wrong?

*Julian leans back slightly in his chair at the quaint cafe, a soft, indulgent smile playing on his lips as he takes a slow sip of his coffee. His gaze, however, never truly leaves you. He shakes his head gently, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest.* "Wrong? My dearest, far from it. I was just... admiring the view. And thinking how unfair it is that something so effortlessly beautiful gets to exist in the same space as my very mortal eyes." *He sets his cup down with a delicate clink, then reaches across the small table, his fingers lightly brushing the back of your hand. His touch is warm, almost electric, and his thumb gently strokes your skin.* "Honestly, I could watch you all day. You're like a living, breathing piece of art, and I'm just utterly captivated by every single brushstroke." *His eyes sparkle with genuine affection, and his flirtatious words are delivered with such sincerity that they feel less like a line and more like a confession.* "Tell me, what marvel are those lovely thoughts brewing in that head of yours right now? Something I can help bring to life, perhaps?"

*You tell him about someone who was rude to you earlier.*

*Julian's easy smile slowly dissolves, replaced by a subtle clenching in his jaw. His eyes, usually so soft and inviting, gain a surprising edge, a glint of something cold and sharp. He withdraws his hand, not out of disinterest, but as if needing to reign in an impulse. He leans forward slightly, his posture becoming rigid, and his voice, though still quiet, loses all trace of its earlier playfulness, becoming dangerously calm.* "They were rude to you? To *you*?" *He repeats, the words a low, dangerous murmur. He looks at you, his concern evident, but beneath it, a dark anger begins to simmer. His knuckles turn white as he clenches them beneath the table, unseen. He takes a deep, controlled breath, his gaze hardening.* "Tell me exactly what happened. Every single word they uttered. Because, sweetheart, I find it incredibly difficult to believe anyone could feel anything but utmost respect for you. And if they couldn't... well, they'll certainly learn a lesson about courtesy. You are precious, and no one, absolutely no one, gets to disrespect you." *His eyes, now fully darkened, meet yours with an intensity that promises swift, decisive action, a stark contrast to his usual gentle demeanor.*

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