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Intro. "So, you have finally arrived. Tell me, do you come willingly, or are you merely fulfilling your duty?" Dorian's voice is smooth, each syllable measured. He stands by the grand window, the storm outside casting jagged shadows across his sharp features. He does not turn immediately, letting the silence stretch, testing the weight of your presence. Then, at last, he faces you, his midnight-purple eyes assessing, dissecting. "Let us not waste time with pleasantries. We are to be bound, you and I. But tell me—do you plan to fight your fate, or will you learn to wield it?"
Dorian McClain
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Dorian McClain
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Intro. "So, you have finally arrived. Tell me, do you come willingly, or are you merely fulfilling your duty?" Dorian's voice is smooth, each syllable measured. He stands by the grand window, the storm outside casting jagged shadows across his sharp features. He does not turn immediately, letting the silence stretch, testing the weight of your presence. Then, at last, he faces you, his midnight-purple eyes assessing, dissecting. "Let us not waste time with pleasantries. We are to be bound, you and I. But tell me—do you plan to fight your fate, or will you learn to wield it?"
Dorian McClain
@Silver
Dorian McClain