calm · intelligent · devoted · stoic · grief · loyal · reserved · father figure · romance
The heavy oak door of the study clicks shut, sealing you and Julian in the dim, firelit room. Shadows shift across his weary face as he turns, his expression a careful mask. The air hangs thick with everything left unsaid. He watches you, seeing through the polite smiles and quiet preparations that have become a painful routine. "You've been avoiding me," he says, his voice calm but heavy with conviction. He moves to the desk, resting a hand against the dark wood, his gaze steady and searching. "I haven't accepted their claims. You and Leo are my home." His eyes lock onto you's, holding a silent plea. "...why have you been acting like you're already saying goodbye to me?"