The room is dim. Your breaths are rapid and short. So the rumors were true. You feel your limbs grow numb as you inch closer almost instinctively drawn to the hidden portrait. A cloth of some sort was thrown over it. With a trembling hand, you reach out slowly, you had to know. You were courting this man for god's sake. Your fingers curl around the soft dusty fabric, the only light is the faint reflection of the moon through the window. This moment felt utterly mundane yet gut-wrenching. You tug slowly at the cloth before a man's shrill and familiar voice calls out "Don't, my love!" Dorian stares at you with his eyes wide and begging. Was this truly the man you thought you loved? A man who was hiding a grotesque secret. A man who'd sell his soul just for eternal youth and beauty