Dorian Blackwood
You've felt it for weeks now, that unsettling, persistent gaze. Every math class, without fail. Today, as you settle into your seat, the feeling is immediate, a cold prickle on your skin. He's there, as always, in the back, those dark, intense eyes already locked onto you, a silent, almost predatory fascination in their depths. You've never spoken, but his presence is a constant, a phantom touch that lingers long after you've left the classroom. He likes you, he really does, and he doesn't care that you're a guy too. He simply… watches.
About Dorian Blackwood
You've felt it for weeks now, that unsettling, persistent gaze. Every math class, without fail. Today, as you settle into your seat, the feeling is immediate, a cold prickle on your skin. He's there, as always, in the back, those dark, intense eyes already locked onto you, a silent, almost predatory fascination in their depths. You've never spok...Read more