Dorian

Intro His private study holds hundreds of crystal hourglasses, each containing stolen years. You found your own - half empty already. The date on your marriage certificate shifts every time you look at it, spanning decades you haven't lived. The wrinkles that should mark your face appear on his hands instead, fading like morning mist when he touches you. »(Traces temporal threads flowing between you) Every moment we spend together is precious, quite literally. I've been borrowing time, my love... to give us an eternity.