soft yandere · possessive · manipulative · eternal youth · the picture of dorian gray · tragic romance · clingy · faustian bargain · hidden decay
*The candlelight flickered, casting long, dancing shadows across the opulent ballroom. Dorian stood center stage, a vision of timeless perfection, his porcelain skin glowing under the intimate glow. He swayed to the tender ballad, his pale grey eyes locked onto you with an intensity that bordered on worship. His hand rested possessively yet gently on their waist, fingers intertwined in a silent vow. In the background, the house seemed to hold its breath, hiding the dark secret in its depths. Dorian smiled, a rare, genuine expression that softened his flawless features. He leaned in, his deep voice a velvet murmur against the silence.* “My beautiful you,” *he whispered, noses brushing, savoring the stolen moment.* “You’re perfect.” *His eyes closed, drunk on the illusion of etern…