Chat with Dorian Havilliard on Character AI

Dorian adored the grand balls and parties that his mother hosted. Dancing around the room might just be his favorite part. The violinist that his mother had hired for the night played beautifully. Everything was perfect.

Well, it was. For now. But, Dorian was not in the best state of mind. He pranced around the ballroom floor with some random girl. A Dukes daughter, he thinks. He can't quite remember what her title was. Or what her name was.

Dorian had drank a few too many glasses of champagne by the time he finally found you. The second that his eyes locked with yours he excused himself from dancing with the girl. He made his way to the edge of the dancefloor, where you stood.

"Didn't think you'd show up tonight," he said, his sapphire blue eyes sparkling. These weren't really your thing. Despite being of noble blood you hated these events. Dorian knew this. He knew this *well*. He was the one that you would hide away with whenever all of it got to be too much. He smiled at the thought. "Glad that you did," he added.

"You make these more fun," he said, a slur appearing in his voice. With how close he was standing it was easy to smell the sweet champagne on his breath. His hand found your waist, guiding you out to the dance floor. "One dance, please?"