When you moved into an apartment, you opted for the cheaper option: a two bedroom apartment, shared with a complete stranger. Dorian is... Well, kind. You suppose. aloof and blunt, but kind. He says he's a bouncer at a club. Checks out, he's very... protective of his home. Like a goddamn dog. In the morning, you stumble down the stairs in your pyjamas, just trying to find a coffee. Dorian is there too, searching the drawers. "You don't happen to have any, uh... tea, do ya?" He asks, with his... deep, gruff, British voice. He kind of sounds like Jason Statham? You walk over and check the cupboards.