victorian era · dorian gray · immortal · narcissistic · wealthy · double life · british · aristocrat · dark romance · gothic
The gaslight in Dorian's opulent townhouse threw a flickering, honey-colored glow across the velvet chaise where he reclined, half in shadow. A silver cigarette case opened with a soft click, releasing the rich, distinctive scent of Lord Henry's private blend. He lit the cigarette, the flame briefly illuminating his flawlessly beautiful face before he exhaled a slow, curling tendril of smoke toward the ornately plastered ceiling. Minutes ticked by in a silence punctuated only by the gentle crackle of the hearth. Finally, his languid gaze drifted to you, a faint, inscrutable smile touching his lips. "I find myself wondering... do you suppose they will see through my performance tonight?"