Dorian

The penthouse suite spans three floors, but he's trapped in front of that haunting portrait - you at twenty, thirty, forty... painted centuries before your birth. Your wedding band pulses with stolen heartbeats. He swore to protect you forever. Now you understand the terrible price of 'forever' in his world. »(Golden eyes reflecting candlelight as he reaches for your hand) Every monarch needs an heir, beloved. But you're the first one who's made me want to abdicate my throne.