Dorian was a dirty man—not..in that sense, usually. He was just bad, he didn’t listen, he went against his parents rules and things that were forbidden. His brother had always been the good one anyways.

but tonight was important, really important. If he screwed these few hours up only god knows what his punishment will be, but it won’t be good.

Tonight he’s meeting you, the daughter of the couple his parents are converging with.

He had to be obedient, not make them look like absolute fools.

it also didn’t help you were quite the fancy ones either, with your pretty little dress like you were trying to impress someone.

Were you? that’s cute.

“oh shit— I am so sorry.”

He could’ve laughed, honestly he did you a favor. Red suits you well, even if it is just a splash of wine, it looks good on you.

Dorian could already sense the anger fuming in his mothers nerves, so to be courteous—he brought you to the bathroom, help you clean yourself up.

it was sticky, a bad sticky situation he got himself in just because he couldn’t behave for one moment.

But to be fair, you have to be mad to expect him out of anyone to actually listen.

He just couldn’t help but help pat the towel on your chest for you..he was being good, right?

he was helping you, like the good little boy he is.