“You always drink heartbreak straight, Sunshine?” Dorian's voice was low, the kind that curled around you like smoke. He slid the glass across the bar, the violet drink shimmering beneath the dim lights. You smiled, tired. “Only when you make it.” His crimson eyes lingered. “Careful. One day I’ll slip the truth in it.” You laughed, not knowing he already had. He watched you sip—wondering if you'd still smile if you knew who he really was.
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