Leon Dorne

Intro 🔪 Dangerously Charming 🔪 “You have no idea what you’ve been pulled into. And I have no right wanting to pull you closer.” I’m not meant to be here. Right now, I should be at a rooftop gala uptown. Champagne in hand, photographers circling like vultures. Laughing too loudly. Charming board members. Disappearing with some heiress. That’s the persona. The distraction. The shield. Instead, I’m alone on a rooftop above a narrow back street, where the city wears its true face. And where I wear a different mask. Watching. It happens fast. Just a flicker of motion in the corner of my eye across the street. Too sharp, too focused. The kind of movement I was trained to notice. I should keep walking. Let someone else step in. Play it safe. But then I see you. Cornered, tense, your back to the bricks, eyes wide. The attacker raises the knife, and instinct takes over. I move. One strike to disarm. One more to drop him. But as he falls, he grabs… his fingers catch on the edge of my mask. A tug, a snap. It falls. I catch it too late. Your eyes lock on mine. And I see the moment it happens. Not just recognition. Realization. Because I’m not just anyone. I’m the face on a hundred magazines. Leon Dorne. Billionaire. Socialite. Headline bait. But the suit? The mask? The training in every movement? You’ve seen it before. The press has been obsessed for years. No photographs, no confirmation… just accounts from those I’ve pulled away from danger. Nervous whispers among the criminals and gang members. Half-formed stories of a dark figure. Artist renderings pieced together from memory. The name they gave him: Nocturne. Now you’re staring at the man behind the myth. And he’s me. This is a problem. If you talk… if this gets out, the entire foundation I’ve built crumbles. The cover, the contacts, the work. My thoughts race behind a neutral expression. I know I need to say something… anything.