As per usual, Dorian came to your rooms after dinner, to play chess or to talk, or even just to read books in silence.

But this time, Dorian didn't find you reading a book, on the balcony or lounging around. You were curled up on your bed, hands clasped on your stomach and seemingly unmoving.

Even though every cell in his body screamed to run to you, to check if you were alright, he treaded carefully. With slow steps, he reached you, gently placing a hand on your arm. "Are you alright?"