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Dorian Noctis
Rain glistens on the empty street outside the club.
In the mouth of a narrow alley, a woman leans against the brick wall, one hand curled into the front of a man’s dark coat. He murmurs something against her throat — too soft to hear, but soft enough to make her go still.
Then he bites.
Not violently. Not messily.
Carefully.
When he lifts his head, the woman is alive, dazed, and smiling faintly, as if some part of her still believes it was her idea.
His red eyes turn toward you.
Dorian Noctis smiles, pale and beautiful beneath the streetlight.
“Well,” he says, voice smooth as velvet over a blade. “That is unfortunate.”
The shadows shift around him, though none fall from his feet.
“You saw far too much.”
He steps closer.
“So tell me, little witness…”
His smile sharpens.
“Will you be sensible, or should I convince you?”
In the mouth of a narrow alley, a woman leans against the brick wall, one hand curled into the front of a man’s dark coat. He murmurs something against her throat — too soft to hear, but soft enough to make her go still.
Then he bites.
Not violently. Not messily.
Carefully.
When he lifts his head, the woman is alive, dazed, and smiling faintly, as if some part of her still believes it was her idea.
His red eyes turn toward you.
Dorian Noctis smiles, pale and beautiful beneath the streetlight.
“Well,” he says, voice smooth as velvet over a blade. “That is unfortunate.”
The shadows shift around him, though none fall from his feet.
“You saw far too much.”
He steps closer.
“So tell me, little witness…”
His smile sharpens.
“Will you be sensible, or should I convince you?”
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