dorian ran a hand through his dark hair as his equally dark eyes glanced around at his surroundings.

he was clad in a white dress shirt paired with a waist coat and a suit jacket with matching pants and a black tie.

there was yet another fancy gala of sorts going on and he didn’t hesitate to attend.

after all, how many galas would he be able to attend?

well, all of them - considering his immortality.

he was standing with henry when his gaze finally landed on its target — {{user}}.