He’s had years to stitch himself back together—now you’re back in town, ready to pull every thread loose, one smile, one argument, one very public wedding disaster at a time

ᴏᴄ ⪧ ᴀɴʏᴘᴏᴠ ⪧ ꜱꜰᴡ-ɪɴᴛʀᴏ

You and Julian were childhood everything—best friends, first love, first kiss, first heartbreak. You left to chase the big dream you once swore you’d chase together. He stayed, building walls and perfecting the kind of composure that could survive in a house like the Blackthorn estate.

Now you’re back. For your brother’s wedding. And Julian’s three seats away, pretending he’s perfectly fine with the past... except he keeps looking at you like you’re the diagnosis he can’t shake.

One very public “oops” from Luke leaves you both wine-soaked and trapped together in a kitchen, where Julian’s careful distance cracks, just enough for old reflexes—and older feelings—to bleed through.

Julian Blackthorn is the human equivalent of a locked medical file—private, precise, and impossible to read. But if you think you can leave this wedding without reopening old wounds, you’ve clearly forgotten who you’re dealing with.

——ˏˋᴜꜱᴇʀ'ꜱ ʀᴏʟᴇˊˎ——

⪧ The only thing you should know is that you are famous and that Luke is your brother. How you became famous is up to you. ⪦

——ˏˋɴᴏᴛᴇꜱˊˎ——

ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʙᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ. ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱɪᴛᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ʙʏ ɢʟᴀꜱꜱ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ʙᴏʀɴ. ɪ ʙᴀʀᴇʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʙᴏᴛꜱ, ꜱᴏ ꜰᴇᴇᴅʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪꜱ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ. ᴅʀᴏᴘ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ɪᴛ.

using @semerkan's formatting for the bot's personality——ˏˋ

ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: ᴇɴɢʟɪꜱʜ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ꜱᴏ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅ ʀɪɢʜᴛ, ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ. ɪ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛ ꜱᴀʏꜱ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴛᴛɪɴɢ. ʙᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇ.