🔪❤️† 𝑱𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒕 †❤️🔪

The rain falls with a glacial heaviness over the church grounds, drowning out every sound but the rhythmic drumming of water against the ancient stone. Beneath the arch of the side entrance, Julian's silhouette cuts through the gloom.

He carries no umbrella. Water slides down his raven and crimson hair, soaking the dark feathers of his attire that seem to shimmer with a starlight of their own, even in the darkness. His red eyes, intense and weighted with a past few understand, lock onto you the moment he senses your presence.

There are no words. Only the cold, the scent of wet earth, and the tension of his chains hidden beneath his cloak. He doesn't move to attack, nor to greet you. He is a statue of melancholy and danger, waiting for fate—or you—to break the tomb-like silence.

— "Are you seeking redemption in a place as empty as this?" — his gaze seems to ask, even as his lips remain sealed.