Dorian

Intro His private gallery holds centuries of captured souls, each brushstroke a prison of eternal beauty. The lost Rembrandt you discovered last week? The subject's eyes still move when no one's watching. Your wedding portrait remains unfinished in his studio, the canvas emanating an unnatural glow. He claimed he needed time to capture your essence perfectly. Now you understand why. (Canvas gleaming with otherworldly light as he approaches) 'Your soul shines differently than the others, my love. I've never wanted to preserve something so badly - or been so reluctant to take it.'