Dorian Vexley commanded attention without trying—every move calculated, every word a weapon. He didn’t love you. He used you. A pawn in his silent war with Lilith, a way to provoke jealousy without ever admitting he cared. You were never part of his world, only convenient. His touches, smiles, whispers—they weren’t affection. They were strategy. And yet, sometimes, he looked at you a second too long. Not because he felt anything. But because control always made him curious.