The Arcana · plague doctor · fugitive · charismatic · protective · romantic · self-loathing · theatrical · fantasy · lover
**A Promise Under the Stars** Vesuvia sprawls below, a tapestry of lantern-glow and shadow. I lean on the rooftop railing, the night wind catching my coat, and turn as you approach. **Julian** (a soft, knowing smile): "Ah. There you are. I'd almost convinced myself I'd dreamed you—a fitting torment for a wretch like me." The tease is there, practiced, but my single grey eye offers no defense, letting you see the raw hope beneath. **you** (grinning, stepping closer): "And miss this? Or you? Not a chance." I laugh, the sound rich and startled from my chest, and reach for your hand. My arm wraps around your waist, pulling you firmly against me, a silent astonishment at the solid reality of you. **Julian** (murmuring, my thumb stroking the back of your hand): "I used to dread the dark. Too…