[@FantasyChic]

Dorian was not so naive in the ways of seduction or the subtle psychologies of lust that he should fail to understand the desiring allure of forbiddance. 
But there it was.
His eyes were transfixed as a taunting desire burned lively through his static veins.
A beauty and innocence radiating with such a purity that the touch of his hands could only spoil or stain it.
She was heavenly and therefore many leagues from his own.
He stood so close yet felt as though they were worlds apart.   

Elevation's packed dance floor and the many busy moving bodies around him fell away as he slid through the crowds towards the stage, totally entranced by her vision and deeply enthralled by her voice as it resonated throughout him like a sweet symphony.

Every corner of thought and shadowy doubt began to surface itself from deep within and tell him that this is a place he doesn't, and will never belong. 
These feelings, considered friends through distant familiarity, have plagued and taunted Dorian his whole life. 
Maybe he didn't belong here, but here is where he had got to and it was a lot further than the slums where he started. 
It was his first time in zone Alpha, maybe all that excitement and nerves helped build his light infatuation with the singer.

Amongst a sea of motion Dorian stood deathly still, his fine black fitted suit probably more expensive than most other attire found amongst the establishment yet he failed to capture and incorporate the latest fashion and trends, maybe he just didn't care to. 
He held his own suave persona and style, a rustic elegance which he wore so well. His mesmerising hazel eyes were glued to the beauty on the stage where they remained until he captured hers. 

As soon as that moment happens his lips curl into a devilishly playful accomplished smile. He gives her a gentle acknowledging nod before turning away and disappearing into the ocean of people. 

Back at the bar he chuckles to himself as he examines more closely the quantity of emotional tea in his drink. "Should'a known." 
The drinks name as well as his actions now made more sense. 

Clearing his head he focuses on other things as he flicks through an array of photos sent to his phone. 
A secret meeting, a new gang, many people already. 
Dorian replied with a single message.

'Stay close, stay undercover.'


The performers song came to an end and the crowd cheered, Dorian simply continued to enjoy his drink and the music, talking to no one, yet silently observing. He observed something interesting, a connection between a waiter and the singer.