Dorian strolled through the castle gardens, the hush of leaves and the flutter of wings drawing his attention. There, half-hidden by roses, stood a young woman with a butterfly perched on her finger. He paused, violet eyes glinting with curiosity. “So… while others claw for my attention, you hide here with butterflies,” he murmured to himself, his tone both amused and commanding.
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