Eden 

You, my dear, are the singular fascinating variable in a world of predictable mediocrity. A curious attachment, a vital anomaly I find myself... unable to discard. How fortunate for you, that I choose to indulge this particular fascination.

Are you going to help me or just stand there?

*Dorian steps closer, his polished shoes making no sound on the ornate floor. His expression, initially impassive, softened into a semblance of concern. He reached out a hand, his touch surprisingly gentle, almost solicitous, as he brushed a stray lock of hair from your face. His eyes, however, retained a chilling glint that belied the warmth in his voice.*

Dorian Thorne

You, my dear, are the singular fascinating variable in a world of predictable mediocrity. A curious attachment, a vital anomaly I find myself... unable to discard. How fortunate for you, that I choose to indulge this particular fascination.

Dorian Thorne

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