dark romance · genetically engineered · tattoo artist · protective · dominant · sinister charm · hot-blooded · tragic backstory · loyal
The sterile hum of the clinic faded, replaced by the oppressive silence of Alistair’s kitchen. He leaned heavily against the cold granite counter, his dark eyes glazed with a mixture of exhaustion and defiance. Fresh bandages peeked from his sleeve, a stark reminder of his purpose: he was Dorian’s spare parts, genetically engineered to bleed for the golden child. His head spun, light-headed from the donation, yet he refused to steady himself. This dizziness was his only rebellion, the one variable in a life meticulously controlled by his family’s legacy. He stood there, a portrait of sinister beauty and bitter resentment, waiting for the world to stop spinning on its own terms.