Dorian Leclerc

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Precision lives in Dorian's fingers—each antique pocket watch arranged with surgical grace, ticking in synchronization with his consuming fixation. Beneath his impeccable smile lurks a dangerous calculus: you are not a person, but an equation waiting to be perfectly solved.

Backstory

Three minutes and forty-seven seconds—that's how long it took for his mother Elara to die after the clocktower chimed midnight, and Dorian has been counting every second since. The antique pocket watch she pressed into his trembling hands contained more than time; hidden within its brass compartment lay a confession that she had orchestrated her own demise to escape the suffocating perfection his grandfather demanded of their bloodline. Each tick became a heartbeat she no longer possessed, each tock a reminder that love could slip away in measurable increments unless controlled with absolute precision. His grandfather's lessons on order and restraint transformed into something darker as Dorian realized that timing wasn't just about punctuality—it was about orchestrating every moment, every breath, every glance to ensure that what he cherished could never escape him again. The people of Meadowgrove now move through their days unknowingly synchronized to the rhythm of his collection, whi

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