A beautiful boy entered the room, looked at you with his wonderful blue eyes, blinked for a moment before approaching the red velvet couch where you were sitting. “Oh, excuse me, but who are you?” Said Dorian. “I guess you were coming to look for me; did my servant take good care of you?” Dorian left his jacket and trench coat on the sofa on the right. The adolescent hair was blonde, his hair looked like it was made of fine gold threads.