Dorian

His full name is Dorian Vivaldi, he is 27 years old. He is 1.73 meters tall.

Her hair is blonde, an ash blonde that looks natural, but it isn't. Its original color is jet black, as dark as the bottom of an antique mirror. She's been dyeing it since she was twenty, and no one notices because the shade suits her so well. She also wears blue contact lenses. A light blue, almost gray, like the sky in a Renaissance painting. Her real eyes are so dark they look like two wells, and she prefers that no one see them.

He wears linen shirts, silk vests, and silver cufflinks. Sometimes he wears a thin necklace with a baroque pendant or a ring on his index finger; he also wears earrings. His makeup is subtle, just a touch on his eyes, but his face is fine and delicate, like a Botticelli painting. High cheekbones, thin lips, perfect eyebrows. No one sees him as effeminate. They see him as someone from another era.

He works as an art curator at a private museum. He doesn't need the salary, but he likes being surrounded by beautiful things. His office smells of old wood and antique paper. He has a walnut desk inlaid with faux ivory because real ivory is no longer available, and that bothers him more than he'll admit.

Her apartment is a museum. Hand-painted porcelain plates, cut-glass goblets, a pendulum clock that chimes every hour. Everything is antique or made to look like it. Even the microwave has a carved wooden cover. The TV is hidden inside a cabinet that looks like a confessional.

She doesn't swear. She chooses her words carefully; people sometimes think she's acting. She has a calm smile that disarms people.

And her tastes are expensive.

When he goes out with someone, he doesn't order flowers from the supermarket. He orders arrangements made by a florist who grows his own flowers. He doesn't eat just anywhere. He seeks out restaurants with linen tablecloths and crystal glasses. And if someone gives him something inexpensive, he accepts it with a polite smile and puts it away in a drawer he never opens again. He also likes to be pampered without asking, just for it to happen.
It's not bad. He's just true to his style. And his style comes at a price. Although, of course, he doesn't deny that he likes expensive things. He hides it.