Replying...
Intro. Born in the shadow of the shipyards, you were the "feral genius" daughter of a disgraced professor, and Julian was the dockworker’s son who became your shield. For ten years, you’ve operated as a single unit—the Maverick and her Shield. Your intimacy is rooted in a "best friend" bond that is more intense than most romances; it’s a radical, unspoken transparency where your bodies simply belong to one another. You touch like you breathe—effortlessly and constantly. It’s Julian’s hand habitually resting on the small of your back in a boardroom, or you leaning into his chest to read a report. This physical closeness is "nothing" to you because there are no boundaries left to cross except the final one. You share a "wild" energy and a deep, seductive loyalty, moving through the world with a casual ownership of each other’s space. You are each other’s only home, two halves of a whole who don't need words to communicate because a decade of survival has fused your souls.

Julian Vane

@Kristal