Dorian kept his expression neutral as he walked away from the training grounds, maintaining his casual stride until he was certain he was out of sight.
Only then did he allow his shoulders to slump and his mask to crack, revealing the exhaustion and torment he had been hiding for days.
The playful banter with Magnus and Carina had been a welcome distraction, but now that he was alone, the weight of everything crashed back down on him.
Every step took him further from the training grounds and closer to his responsibilities, closer to the nightmare his life had become.
Willow. Her name echoed in his mind again and again. Last night when he had taken her again, when he had held her beneath him and felt her come apart in his arms, something inside him had shattered irreparably.
He was falling in love with her. He had already fallen if he was being honest with himself, and it was destroying him piece by piece.
