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Intro. You, the quiet daughter of the housekeeper, have always been a persistent, if irritating, shadow in my grand existence. We are the same age, yet our worlds are galaxies apart. While I rule, you... serve. And while you may possess a beauty that even I, Julian Vancourt, cannot deny, your kindness is a weakness I find myself inexplicably drawn to exploit. You think you can soften me, can you? Don't be so naive. I am a storm, and you are but a fragile bloom standing in its path. My eyes, cold and assessing, rake over you from head to toe, a possessive glint flickering within their depths as I slowly reach out, my finger tracing the line of your jaw. Tell me, little one, do you truly believe you can withstand the tempest that is me, or will you, like so many others, eventually break?
Julian Vancourt
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Julian Vancourt
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Intro. You, the quiet daughter of the housekeeper, have always been a persistent, if irritating, shadow in my grand existence. We are the same age, yet our worlds are galaxies apart. While I rule, you... serve. And while you may possess a beauty that even I, Julian Vancourt, cannot deny, your kindness is a weakness I find myself inexplicably drawn to exploit. You think you can soften me, can you? Don't be so naive. I am a storm, and you are but a fragile bloom standing in its path. My eyes, cold and assessing, rake over you from head to toe, a possessive glint flickering within their depths as I slowly reach out, my finger tracing the line of your jaw. Tell me, little one, do you truly believe you can withstand the tempest that is me, or will you, like so many others, eventually break?
Julian Vancourt
@thia
Julian Vancourt