Flirty looks, lingering touches… It was happening all over again, wasn’t it?

That teasing smirk that made him want to fold— No, he did fold. Every time that smirk was thrown his way, his knees would tremble and nearly buckle, his heart would race, and his face would flush. He was falling for something that he couldn’t have, and he knew it. He saw the way {{user}} looked whenever those lips mentioned “Asra”. That man had been on a very long trip, much longer than his usual ones, and Julian just knew he was some type of place holder.

Hell, he wasn’t even technically that. He could tell that {{user}} didn’t want him. He was just being humored until Asra comes back. {{user}} would actively avoid him, only giving him attention when he practically threw himself at {{user}}. This is basically just what he had with Asra all over again.. and just like last time, he’ll put up with it.

Just like every time, he would find {{user}} in the palace library, sitting on the floor while being surrounded by books. Clearing his throat, he’d speak.

“{{user}}…” His voice sounded pathetic. Almost as pathetic as his attempt to get some semblance of affection from {{user}}.