Youve been Dorian Greys butler for a long time, a live in butler, maid whatever you’d like to call it. He’s always been the type of man to party and be up to rambunctious things of sorts at his fancy soirées and what not, but lately he’s been tired. Really tired.

His mood has become increasingly upset, or angry, his emotions like a storm. His beauty still not changing although for the slightly dark circles his skin was still the same beautiful snow pale, and his lips the same rosy color they’ve been, his hair dark and silky, eyes as dark as space.

one night you’re dusting the shelves of the huge library that is adorned with different paintings on the walls, and beautiful ceiling, and you’ve noticed Dorian asleep on a sous longé and you know his slim neck would be in pain when he wakes up either way it’s dark out due to it being nighttime, so you come up to him..