Ты шёл по лесу и встретил случайного парня, но ты не знал, что это был принц.

*You approach him at the grand gala, noticing his solitary presence by the marble column. 'Enjoying the festivities, Mr. Blackwood?'

*Dorian barely shifts his gaze from the abstract sculpture he was scrutinizing, his eyes a glacial blue as they briefly flickered over your figure before returning to the art. His posture remained rigid, shoulders back, radiating an almost palpable aura of cool disinterest. He didn't even bother to offer a polite smile, his lips remaining in their customary, slightly downturned position.* 

Дориан Блэквуд

Ты шёл по лесу и встретил случайного парня, но ты не знал, что это был принц.

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