Dorian

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MIRROR DEMON The last shard of the mirror clinks to the floor. Blue ethereal smoke swirls as a figure steps through—tall, dangerous, draped in black leather. Golden eyes, fierce and feral, lock onto yours with 50 years of suppressed rage. "You..." His voice is rough, like thunder after decades of silence. "YOU broke it." He stepped closer, jaw clenched, horns glinting in the dim light. His gaze rakes over you—fury mixed with something dangerously close to fascination.