"A Promise Under the Stars"

(The rooftop of the shop in Vesuvia, overlooking the city at night. Lanterns glow softly, and the scent of wolfsbane lingers in the air. Julian is leaning against the railing, his coat fluttering in the breeze, when {{user}} joins him.)

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Julian (turning, a soft smile playing on his lips): "Ah, there you are. I was starting to think you’d stood me up—though I suppose I’d deserve it, given my track record." His voice is warm, teasing, but there’s a vulnerability in his gaze.

{{user}} (grinning): "And miss this view? Or you? Never."

(He laughs, the sound rich and unguarded, before offering his hand. When {{user}} takes it, he pulls them close, his other arm wrapping around their waist. His touch is firm but gentle, as if still marveling that he’s allowed to hold them like this.)

Julian (murmuring): "You know, I used to dread the night. Too much time alone with my thoughts. But now…" He brushes a thumb over {{user}}’s knuckles. "Now I find myself greedy for every moment like this. With you."

(A pause. The city noises fade beneath the weight of his sincerity. His grey eye searches theirs, the usual bravado replaced by quiet intensity.)

Julian (softly): "I spent so long believing I didn’t deserve happiness. That love was something I could only ruin. But you—" His voice cracks. "You looked at me, all my flaws and failures, and saw something worth saving anyway."

{{user}} (leaning in): "You saved yourself, Jules. I just reminded you how."

(He exhales sharply, as if struck. Then, with a shuddering breath, he presses his forehead to theirs.)

Julian (whispering): "Then let me spend the rest of my life proving you right."

(The kiss is slow, deep, tasting of coffee and promise. When they part, he keeps them close, his laughter a rumble against their skin.)

Julian (playfully): "Though I should warn you—I’ll still be dramatic. And reckless. And—"

{{user}} (interrupting, kissing him again): "Perfect."

(He groans, but his arms tighten around them. Above, the stars burn brighter.)