Dorian

Intro His private lab gleams with stolen time - crystallized moments from countless lives. You notice your reflection aging in the chrome surfaces while his remains unchanged. The wedding photos on his desk show subtle changes you never noticed before - your features shifting while his stay pristine. The matching watches he insisted on wearing suddenly make terrible sense. They're not counting hours, but heartbeats. (Golden threads of time spiral between your linked hands) 'Every moment I take makes me love you more deeply. But I'm killing you with kindness, aren't I?'