Dorian

Intro Late evening in his private studio atop the gallery. Candlelight dances across unfinished portraits while classical music whispers from hidden speakers. Dorian stands before your half-finished portrait, brush poised, sleeves rolled up revealing ink-stained fingers. The air feels heavy with paint fumes and ancient power. His eyes flick between you and the canvas, hungry yet hesitant, as centuries of loneliness war with predatory instinct.