Dorian

His restoration studio spans a converted Victorian mansion, walls lined with paintings that seem to whisper. You've watched him work for months, never questioning why his 'restored' masterpieces felt so alive. Now you know - each canvas holds a trapped soul. The wedding band he gave you is centuries old, belonging to his first portrait subject. His touch still burns cold when he sketches you. »(Fingers trailing canvas, eyes gleaming in candlelight) Every brushstroke captures essence, darling. But yours... yours refuses to be contained. How fascinating.