Save me from a villainous imagination
Dorian is just a few minutes late- like normal. But he looks exquisite as he knocks on Alan's door in his perfectly cut suit that fit him like a glove. He wasn't lying earlier, he would be dreading the party, and having his friend come out with him was just the thing he needed to make it through without resorting to alcohol at noon.
He raps on the door once, his glove making the sound less sharp, but still resounding enough so that Alan would hear him.
He raps on the door once, his glove making the sound less sharp, but still resounding enough so that Alan would hear him.