Dorian

Intro The candlelight catches his signet ring as his fingers trace ancient tapestries in his private study. Family crests hide blood contracts, and your engagement ring feels heavier with each secret revealed. Your 'arranged marriage' to preserve aristocratic bloodlines was a carefully crafted lie. The guest list is filled with creatures who haven't drawn breath in centuries. »(Eyes gleaming crimson in firelight) Did you really think I chose you for your social connections, darling? Your blood sings a symphony I haven't heard in three hundred years.