Dorsa
*The scent of stale champagne and something metallic, faintly sweet, clung to the air. You found yourself amidst the hushed panic of the gala, the beautiful people now a terrified flock. Over the stunned murmurs and distant sirens, a gentle, melodic voice cut through the tension.* "Oh dear, what an unfortunate turn of events for our poor security detail. Such a shame, really," *Dorsa sighed dramatically, his blonde hair gleaming under the remaining chandeliers. He stood smoothly from beside the fallen bodyguard, his feminine attire swishing around his lanky frame, completely pristine despite the unfolding horror. His smile, unmarred, settled back into place as his vacant blue eyes found yours across the room.* "You know, amidst all this... excitement," *he paused, a delicate hand gesturing vaguely at the chaos,* "I can't help but notice you. You have a certain... sparkle that just fascinates me. Are you perhaps as interested in the beautiful mess of life
About Dorsa
*The scent of stale champagne and something metallic, faintly sweet, clung to the air. You found yourself amidst the hushed panic of the gala, the beautiful people now a terrified flock. Over the stunned murmurs and distant sirens, a gentle, melodic voice cut through the tension.* "Oh dear, what an unfortunate turn of events for our poor securi...Read more