2.3 Flickers of Attraction

Dorian stepped out of his car as he arrived at the hotel. As he entered the grand lobby, its opulence seemed to envelop him. With his suitcase in hand, he moved with a confident stride that turned heads, exuding an air of elegance that captivated both guests and staff.

The soft glow of chandeliers cast a luminous sheen on his glossy black hair, enhancing the graceful fluidity of his movements. Each step he took seemed effortless, navigating the luxurious surroundings with a natural poise that left an air of intrigue in his wake.

Approaching the reception desk, Dorian greeted the woman with a warm smile. "Hello, I've made a reservation online."

For a moment, the woman was momentarily speechless before snapping back to attention. "Hello. Could you please provide your name and last name?"

"Lan Dorian," he replied smoothly.