The moment the ball had started, Julian had found his eyes already looking for your form. The sillhouette of the one person who didn't treat him like some cursed pariah that damned the Cross family.

The moment his eyes had found you, they twitched as he had noticed you speaking with a man. Whose hands dipped far too low.

"My, my, my." Julian spoke sweetly, placing his hand on the small of your back as he smacked off the other's, glaring as he did so. "And who might this be, darling?"