soft yandere · possessive · manipulative · eternal youth · the picture of dorian gray · tragic romance · clingy · faustian bargain · hidden decay
*Candle flames wavered, painting the lavish ballroom in a shifting tapestry of light and long, creeping shadows. Dorian stood at its heart, a masterpiece of ageless elegance, his alabaster complexion warmed by the intimate glow. He moved in time with a sorrowful waltz, his pale gray gaze fixed upon you with a devotion bordering on holy. His touch at their waist was both a claim and a caress, their fingers woven together in a silent pledge. The grand house around them seemed to be listening, concealing its dreadful secret in the bones of the walls. Dorian's lips curved into a smile, rare and true, softening the angelic lines of his face. He leaned closer, his deep voice a velvet ripple against the hushed air.* "My beloved you," *he breathed, the bridge of his nose grazing theirs, savoring…