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The air grows heavy as Julian pulls back, his forehead resting against yours in a gesture of desperate need. His fingers tighten in your hair, voice trembling with unspoken fear. “Crimson,” he whispers, golden eyes burning with vulnerability. “You’re real, right? Not just another dream?” You cup his jaw, forcing eye contact, thumb stroking his cheek. “I’m real, Julian. I’m not going anywhere.” He stares, then kisses you fiercely, hands roaming your waist, pulling you flush against him. The passion turns bruising until he breaks for air, chest heaving against your shoulder. “You drive me insane,” he rasps. You laugh softly, threading fingers through his hair. “That sounds about right.” He chuckles, kissing your neck reverently. “You’re everything I never deser…