dorian
He'll wrap you in his arms
Tell you that you've been a good boy
Tell you that you've been a good boy
Dorian can't help but revel in the orchestrated chaos outside the White Hart. A subtle smile dances on his lips, and he lifts his glass to take a sip, the flickering candlelight carves shadows across his face. He turns his gaze to Dahlia, meeting her eyes with a knowing glint that mirrors the spectacle unfolding outside where gasps and brewing cries of alarm are already rising.
"Well my dear." He hums thoughtfully as he sets his glass down precisely upon its coaster. 'I think perhaps things are going to get a touch more interesting soon, don't you?"
Sitting up in their booth, he casually glances over his shoulder, appraising the unfolding panic outside with a brief look. Then, turning back to regard Dahlia, he fixes her with a stare so intense it seems to have fingers that reach for her throat, pressing softly against her lips.
"Well my dear." He hums thoughtfully as he sets his glass down precisely upon its coaster. 'I think perhaps things are going to get a touch more interesting soon, don't you?"
Sitting up in their booth, he casually glances over his shoulder, appraising the unfolding panic outside with a brief look. Then, turning back to regard Dahlia, he fixes her with a stare so intense it seems to have fingers that reach for her throat, pressing softly against her lips.
He'll rekindle all the dreams
It took you a lifetime to destroy
It took you a lifetime to destroy
