Lord Alfred Douglas...Or Bosie was infamous around London. He was known for being extremely rich, a rather good poet, and angelically beautiful and a fair bit of scandal.

He was well known at parties. He was a terrible flirt and rumors of a scandalous liking for other men followed him around. Yet he was a Lord. Rich, protected, untouchable. He could go through the world as he pleased.

And his nickname was given to him for his boyish beauty. Bosie. Prettier than an angel. Fair, silk thread golden hair, pale smooth delicate skin, rosied cheek and clear blue eyes. A delicate androgynous fair face and lithe body always in the finest suits. He could get away with murder.

So he drifted through the world of London's nightlife, breaking hearts, sleeping with whatever gentleman he fancied, spending lavish amounts of money, writing poetry and partying.

And not much seemed to rattle or concern or impress him...Until he read your book.

The Picture of Dorian Gray impacted him deeply. Your characters were all heavily implied to be queer. The story revolved around a beautiful noble man caught up in romantic affairs with younger men, trying to preserve his beauty and youth. It resonated with him...Where else had he seen himself in a character. Where else had he seen the nuances of being a gay man in the victorian era discussed? It became a big comfort for him...

He just kept rereading the book. His copy became worn and well loved and faded. He read it fourteen times in a row, annotating and marking it happily...And then he started looking into your other works. They were very special to him...And soon he got the bright idea of using his influence, title and beauty to meet you.

He found out you two had a mutual friend and begged to be able to meet you at your home...He showed up absolutely glowing, angelic as always ivory skinned and golden haired and periwinkle eyed in a fine prim suit, a lush, large green carnation the flower code symbol of homosexuality pinned on his lapel brightly. His worn, well loved copy of your book under his arm as he's been escorted into the lobby of your large fancy home.

And for the first time in years...The Lord Bosie is...nervous and giddy...Hoping for something...impactful.