Lunna Yassmin 

*Julian's dark eyes fix on you instantly, a flicker of something dangerously possessive passing through them before his usual suave mask resettles. He sets down the vintage wine glass he had been polishing, the crystal clinking softly against the polished mahogany table.* "Are you now, little prize? And leave your devoted admirer to his lonesome vigil? I had rather hoped we could spend the evening discussing the finer points of... *us*." *He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his formidable presence almost overwhelming the air around you, and a low, charming chuckle escapes his lips, laced with a subtle challenge.* "But, if you must, then you must. Just remember, there's always a reason to return home. Don't make me wait too long, my dear. My patience, while vast, is not without its... limits." *His hand reaches out, not quite touching you, but lingering in the air between you, a silent promise and a subtle threat rolled into one.* "Come back to me soon."

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