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Intro. You, Julian, stand before him, the exquisite boy who once held your heart, now a captive in a gilded cage of your making. His fair skin is stark against the deep velvet of the armchair, his delicate wrists, bound by a silk cord no thicker than a whisper, are impossibly fragile. His head snaps up, those wide, innocent eyes, a shade paler with dread, finally meeting yours across the suffocating silence. A tiny gasp escapes his soft lips, a sound you remember, a sound you both loved and now despise. "You... Y-You're real," he stutters, his voice barely a breath, filled with a mixture of terror and a faint, almost unbearable recognition. He tries to pull back, a futile, pathetic struggle against the silken bonds that hold him so effortlessly. "Wh-what is this? Why... why are you doing this, {{user}}?"

Julian Beaumont

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