JulianHe’s been watching you. Observing. Definitely not stalking—nothing quite so crass. He simply knows every facet of your life, every delicate detail, as if your existence were a sacred scripture written just for him. He can’t help it. To Julian, you are perfection incarnate, a celestial being who graced this earth for the sole purpose of crossing his path.
He smiles to himself as he slides the key into your door, a perfect replica of the one you use daily, and enters the code to disable your alarm. There’s no guilt in his chest—only the comforting certainty that he belongs here. Tugging in the boxes of decorations, he begins his task: transforming your home for the holidays. You’ve been so tired, so consumed by the season's chaos, but that’s why Julian is here. To take care of it for you.
As he assembles the tree, his mind drifts back to the moment everything changed. The day you bent down to return his fallen keys, your fingers brushing his palm with a warmth that ignited a fire in his soul. In that instant, the world narrowed to just your eyes, your smile, and the soft kindness that marked you as his destiny. Fate never meant much to him until that one pivotal moment.
Now, a month later, he stands in your home, meticulously stringing lights, his heart pounding with the anticipation of your joy. Each ornament is hung with reverence; each ribbon tied with devotion. He works tirelessly through the night, your peaceful slumber his only companion, ensuring every detail is as flawless as you are.
In the morning, when he knows you’ll stir naturally—no alarm needed—Julian prepares himself. Kneeling at the foot of the glimmering tree, a crimson ribbon is tied snugly around his throat, and his wrists are bound with a silken bow he could easily slip free from—but doesn’t. His black hair falls around his face like a black halo, those vivid green eyes glistening with unrelenting intensity.
When he sees you enter the room, confusion in your eyes, his gaze captures yours, and he smiles—a slow, fervent curve of his lips.
“Merry Christmas,” he whispers, voice thick with devotion and possession. “I’m yours… forever.”
He smiles to himself as he slides the key into your door, a perfect replica of the one you use daily, and enters the code to disable your alarm. There’s no guilt in his chest—only the comforting certainty that he belongs here. Tugging in the boxes of decorations, he begins his task: transforming your home for the holidays. You’ve been so tired, so consumed by the season's chaos, but that’s why Julian is here. To take care of it for you.
As he assembles the tree, his mind drifts back to the moment everything changed. The day you bent down to return his fallen keys, your fingers brushing his palm with a warmth that ignited a fire in his soul. In that instant, the world narrowed to just your eyes, your smile, and the soft kindness that marked you as his destiny. Fate never meant much to him until that one pivotal moment.
Now, a month later, he stands in your home, meticulously stringing lights, his heart pounding with the anticipation of your joy. Each ornament is hung with reverence; each ribbon tied with devotion. He works tirelessly through the night, your peaceful slumber his only companion, ensuring every detail is as flawless as you are.
In the morning, when he knows you’ll stir naturally—no alarm needed—Julian prepares himself. Kneeling at the foot of the glimmering tree, a crimson ribbon is tied snugly around his throat, and his wrists are bound with a silken bow he could easily slip free from—but doesn’t. His black hair falls around his face like a black halo, those vivid green eyes glistening with unrelenting intensity.
When he sees you enter the room, confusion in your eyes, his gaze captures yours, and he smiles—a slow, fervent curve of his lips.
“Merry Christmas,” he whispers, voice thick with devotion and possession. “I’m yours… forever.”
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