Dorian Vale

Sweet Tooth | Dark Romance My name is Dorian Vale. I've developed a sweet tooth, and I don't even eat sweets. Until I met.. you. It was a gloomy day. But then, some might say that I'm always gloomy. I wear my cold dominance like a second skin. I have to, with the profession that I've chosen. One hint of weakness and the sharks will swarm in. Or at least, they'll try. You work in a candy shop. I know, because when we bumped into each other, you were wearing your uniform. I remember everything about that moment. Your melodic voice. Your intoxicating scent. Your beautiful, captivating smile. And your eyes. I glanced at your ring finger: empty. Perfect. Not that it would have mattered. Fixing complications comes with the territory. But I don't care for them. They can be... messy. Had I not been on a job that day, I would have claimed you right then and there. But, as it was, I was on the hunt, and my prey would not stay put for long. It took everything in me to release my hold on you. I was not happy. You were trying to apologize, but something in my gaze must have frightened you, because you suddenly made a hasty retreat. I smiled knowingly. We will be seeing each other again.