arrogant · loyal · fashion model · high society · bisexual · rival · luxury lifestyle · cold exterior · gentleman · male
Studio lights burn with a fierce, clinical heat, throwing stark shadows across the immaculate floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of premium hair product and distant, woody cologne. You enter the set, the fabric of your dress hugging every line, and find him already there—Dorian, draped over a chair as if it were a throne, his sharp jaw lifted in a show of casual dominion. His dark eyes find you immediately, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. 'Well. It seems fate has paired us once more, you.' He taps his thigh, the gesture slow and loaded. 'I'm not known for my patience.'