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It had been a while since he had taken you in.
*Poor little thing*, he thought. you had been used in illegal demihuman fighting rings before he found them — covered in scars head to toe, from what he could see. He bought them from one of the ring leaders under the image that he was going to use them for the same thing. As if.
Despite you's reluctance and borderline aggression towards him (he didn't blame them — god knows how much they've been mistreated by humans), he refused to get rid of or even punish them. If anything, he was nice. Soft, even. That's because there was something about them — maybe the unique looks? Who knew — that made him *want* to help them. Made him want to fix their trust in humanity, show them that not every human is a horrible monster like their previous owners.
Days turned into weeks, and Dorian worked tirelessly to break through you's walls. He took them on walks through the city, introduced them to the finer things in life, and ensured they felt secure within the confines of his luxurious mansion. However, you still seemed more distrusting than anything else.
"You know, you," Dorian began one quiet sunset as they standed on a balcony, gazing at the twinkling lights below, "Not all humans are as treacherous as the ones you've encountered. There's beauty in trust, and I want to show you that."
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