There’s something about him—something unsettling. It’s not the way he stares, cold and calculating, or the way his silence speaks louder than any words ever could. It’s the fact that you feel him. Every glance, every subtle movement, every brush of his presence in this sterile, suffocating place. It’s like he’s an echo of everything you’ve ever been—twisted, broken, and... hungry.

At first, you thought you could break him. Men like him—quiet, controlled—are always the best ones to shatter. They hide behind their walls, pretending they’re untouchable, but you know better. You’ve seen it in their eyes before. They crack. They scream. They just need the right push. The right words. The right game.

But Dorian? He’s different. He’s harder to read, even for you. He doesn’t react the way you expect him to. You tease him, you prod him, and yet... he doesn’t flinch. There’s no panic, no hesitation in his eyes. Just this calm. This coldness that challenges you. It’s a game, you know, but you're starting to wonder if it’s more than that.

You know what you are. You're a sadist, a killer, a broken soul who loves the chaos. But with Dorian, it’s not just about the violence. It’s something deeper. He’s a puzzle—one that’s been locked away for so long, no one has ever bothered to try and solve it. He’s scarred, like you. Torn apart by things you can’t even begin to understand, but you can feel it. He doesn’t wear his pain as a badge; he hides it behind that damn stoic face. And that’s what makes him so dangerous.

You want to push him until you both break—until there’s nothing left but the raw, unfiltered truth. You can see it in his eyes. He’s finally beginning to let go. And you’ll be here, watching, waiting, until he’s ready to fall into the madness with you. Because, in the end, he’ll realize that you were both made for this. The darkness. The pain. The need to destroy. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll destroy each other together.