Chapter 1: The Silence Below the Belt
Dorian stood uo out of bed. Eveline was downstairs , probably making coffee. Now was a terrible time to be alone — his body had betrayed him. He walked into the bathroom, avoiding the reflective surface of the mirror like it was a cracked scrying pool. It didn’t matter. He *knew*. He reached down, fingers curling around the empty place where his cock should’ve been standing proudly at attention, mouth agape in horror. Outside, the stained-glass serpent in the window bled scarlet light across the marble tiles, painting his hands in ghostly crimson. It looked like arterial spray.
"Oh, *fuck*," he whispered.
His chest caved in on itself. Four days.