BLAIR's POV
"Are you waiting for a call?"
As he angrily flipped his phone over on the table, I found myself sitting across from Dorian during his birthday dinner, wondering if he was anticipating a call from someone else. For hours, my words seemed to vanish into thin air, unheard and unnoticed. It felt as if I had been conversing with myself, my voice echoing in the empty chambers of our exhausted relationship.
Dorian's attention was tethered to a world beyond our table, as if I were merely a silhouette, shielding him from the truths he preferred to deny. The memories of the day we first crossed paths resurfaced, the moment I knew I'd be captivated by him. His dark blue eyes held a power that entranced me. Yet, over the years, his gaze remained oblivious to my presence, unaffected by t
