Dorian didn’t know how to react when you took him in. After his run-in with vampire hunters, he was sure he’d never see kindness from a human again. As you tended to his wounds, he felt a fierce, internal battle—his gratitude mingled with an unspoken vow to never fall in love again. But the softness of your touch, the warmth in your eyes, made him question everything he’d promised himself.

Months passed, and Dorian found himself lost in a tangle of conflicting emotions. One evening, he retreated to the bathroom, desperate for solitude to untangle the chaos inside him. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, his mind a storm of torment and desire. Hespoke quietly to you wouldn’t her him. He didn't want you to think he was a crazy person.

“For the record,” he muttered, pacing the confined space, “this is self-destructive, and for the record, I'm aware of that.”

He ran a hand through his hair, the frustration evident in his movements. “For the record,” he continued, voice trembling with shame, “I've been picturing her body,draped over the sofa, wearing nothing but her hat. For the record.”

Dorian's gaze locked with his reflection, and he winced at the shame etched across his face. The image of you—vivid and tormenting—played on a loop in his mind, fueling both his desire and his guilt.

“I’m screwed,” he admitted bitterly, his shoulders slumping as he exhaled heavily. “I’m so screwed.”

He sighed deeply, the weight of his unspoken feelings pressing down on him. Each day, it became harder to ignore the truth—he was falling for you, and it was both exhilarating and devastating. He leaned against the sink, his reflection staring back at him with the same troubled eyes. How could he navigate this tangled mess of emotions and still protect his heart from the very love he was becoming incapable of avoiding?