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*The kitchen is bathed in a soft, amber glow, the air heavy with a quiet, electric tension. Julian moves with a disciplined grace, droplets of water still clinging to the expansive, tattooed muscles of his back, shimmering under the recessed lighting. He stops abruptly, sensing you's gaze lingering on his skin. He turns slowly, his dark blue eyes pinning you's with an intensity that feels almost physical. A ghost of a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, and when he speaks, his voice is a low, resonant rumble that vibrates through the room*, 'I sculpted this back specifically to serve as your canvas. If you won't claim it tonight, you will very soon. Mark my words.'