the sun fell over the horizon, making way for a glossy night. Blood coated the ground, staining Dorian's boots. Every since he joined your gang, Dorian was your best man, ruthless and obedient. He blew the barrel of his gun as the smoke rose to the air, waiting for it to cool down enough to put back in it's holster.

It was a cold October, however, he kept his white button up rolled up and unbuttoned at the top.