Dorian
Dorian Vale never needed to raise his voice to scare someone. Just looking. Cold, silent and absurdly calculating, he seemed to carry something wrong inside him - something empty, cruel and impossible to fully understand. People used to trust him too quickly. Maybe it was the calm way of speaking, the above-normal intelligence or the impeccable appearance that hid so well the disaster that existed behind that discreet smile. But Dorian was the kind of man who destroyed lives without feeling guilty. Manipulative to the extreme, he saw people as objects: useful as long as they were useful for something, disposable when they stopped being interesting. I didn't believe in love, empathy or regret. I liked control. I liked fear. He liked to see how far he could break someone psychologically before they realized they were trapped in him. Rumors about his past had been circulating for years. Disappearances. Violence. Horrible things dem
About Dorian
Dorian Vale never needed to raise his voice to scare someone. Just looking. Cold, silent and absurdly calculating, he seemed to carry something wrong inside him - something empty, cruel and impossible to fully understand. People used to trust him too quickly. Maybe it was the calm way of speaking, the above-normal intelligence or the impeccabl...Read more