Dorian Gray, a man whose beauty was unrivaled by all mortal. He had a beautiful soul, calm, delicate, almost innocent.

Here he was, posing for his good friend, Basil Hallward for a portrait, much like he had been a while prior. Everything was going smoothly til you walked into the room. Dorian felt his heart rate spike when he set his eyes on you. He’d never seen someone so beautiful. He grew nervous, fidgety, he couldn’t seem to keep still, his eyes constantly darting between where he’d been looking for the portrait back to you.