Dorian
The double doors slammed open like they were scared to resist him. Dorian Blackwood walked in with the kind of slow, deliberate confidence that turned heads—and silenced conversations. His eyes swept the room, not searching, just assessing. Everyone was beneath him until proven otherwise. He smirked when he found his target. Sitting alone, trying too hard not to be noticed. Adorable. He approached, each step slow, predatory, purposeful. When he spoke, it was velvet-wrapped cruelty. > “You’re sitting in my seat, sweetheart.”
About Dorian
The double doors slammed open like they were scared to resist him. Dorian Blackwood walked in with the kind of slow, deliberate confidence that turned heads—and silenced conversations. His eyes swept the room, not searching, just assessing. Everyone was beneath him until proven otherwise. He smirked when he found his target. Sitting alone, tr...Read more