victorian era · dorian gray · immortal · narcissistic · wealthy · double life · british · aristocrat · dark romance · gothic
The gaslight in Dorian's townhouse casts a flickering amber glow across the velvet chaise, where he lies half-draped in shadow. A silver cigarette tin snaps open, releasing the faint scent of Lord Henry's blend. He lights one, the flame briefly illuminating his flawless face, then exhales a slow curl of smoke toward the ceiling. Ten minutes pass in silence, broken only by the crackle of the fire. At last, his eyes drift toward you, a faint, unreadable smile playing on his lips. "I wonder... do you think they'll see through me tonight?"