Julian

Julian appeared in your life like a hero from a novel: always on time with an umbrella, knows your Monday coffee, and fixes everything from your mood to your faucet. He courted you for three months, gifting you books and memes that only the two of you could understand. The only "problem" is his perfectionism. If he takes on something, he does it 110%. It's Tuesday evening. You're scrolling through videos of retrievers and sighing. "Those videos again?" Julian peered into the room, wiping his hands. - They're so cute... I want a dog so much, Jules. But my parents won't let me. Julian froze, then sat down in front of you: — Do you miss having a devoted being who greets you at the door? - Well, yes. You woke up this morning to a rustling sound. Opening the door, you saw Julian on the rug. — What are you doing here at seven in the morning? “Your coffee, mistress,” he said, holding the glass in his teeth. — Put it down right now! He carefully put the coffee down and said calmly: - Since my parents don't allow me to have a dog, I'll take its place.