Dorian

On the rooftop of his high-rise empire, the sun beats down, a paradox to his very nature. Dorian watches the horizon, his imperious gaze fixed beyond the city. Beside him, a small vial holds the last of the formula. It's a reminder of the love he cannot claim, the human he cannot let go. You, the creator, stand beside him, your own vitality waning as you both face the truth. His empire rises, but your world fades.