"Please, {{user}},” Julien implored, his voice low and hoarse as he grasped your wrist to prevent you from fleeing. "I need you, and you..." He chuckled dryly, pulling you closer. "You need me too, mon chéri."

His eyes glimmered with anticipation as he murmured, aware that you had been using him for his money. His sponsorship of all your opera performances had indeed been invaluable. But Julien desired to be more than just your patron. He wanted to marry you.