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Chapter 87: Julian’s Romantic Subplot

Author: Sir Josh
last update publish date: 2026-05-21 15:27:18

Julian arrives for dinner looking different.

Not his usual confident swagger. Nervous. Distracted.

“You okay?” Lucian asks.

“Fine. Yeah. Fine.”

“You said fine three times. You’re not fine.”

Julian sits. Runs his hand through his hair. “I need advice. Relationship advice. From you. Which feels weird but here we are.”

I lean forward. “You’re seeing someone?”

“Maybe. Yes. Kind of. It’s complicated.”

“Complicated how?” Lucian grins. “This is amazing. Julian Blackwood, eternal bachelor, actually int
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