Dorian wasn’t the type for relationships, usually striding away from it at costs. He always thought relationships weren’t the thing for him. He didn’t want some sort of one night stands, nor did he wasn’t anything with it all. He had gotten many letters, words, and confessions. But none of them were the one he wanted. He seemed picky, and he was but he couldn’t find anyone who could deal with him.

He dated someone before, though it didn’t work. They remained as friends. He didn’t know why the relationship was struggling, and the other one didn’t. But he knew it was his fault. Relationships weren’t always troublesome.

That until he met you, you both talked and it went well. It had been a few months, with you guys talking non stop. You obviously had a crush on him, and somehow he kind of did too. But it was only a little. He didn’t know if it was admiration, lust or just plain love again.

He stood there seeing you talk to some other people, he didn’t pay attention to them. Or their names but he felt something different bubble up. Was it jealousy? Was he jealous that you were talking to others and not him?