My Favorite Evil

Chapter 1- A strange villain

So, this story is a little different from my others. I am not someone who reads, watches or writes romance things, so this is very new to me. If it's terrible, I'm so sorry!

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Dorian was sitting on a park bench, he was lazily throwing seeds in front of a few pigeons as he yawned. The afternoon sun was making him feel lethargic. He glanced to his left when he noticed a man sitting on the next bench. Leaning over a little, he saw that the man was sketching, his pencil made elegant streaks across the paper that captured the scenery before them. Soon, Dorian's eyes drifted up from the paper, and landed on the man himself. He had a black suit on, with a green tie. His hair was a mixture of auburn and ginger, it was all tied into a ponytail. The ponytail was draped over his shoulder as he kept on drawing. When Dorian looked at his eyes he nearly gasped, they were two different colors. His left eye was a deep and warm brown, while his right eye was a cold and piercing blue.

"Do you stare at every stranger?" As Dorian registered it was the man who spoke to him, he let out a small yelp in surprise.

"S-Sorry! You draw so nice! And your eyes are really..." Dorian trailed off, he didn't know what words to use. He was afraid of offending the stranger, but he still wanted to compliment him.

"Unusual?" Chuckled the man as he closed his sketchbook and started to stand up, Dorian's head dropped slightly. He felt like he had scared him off.

"Understandable. Not everyone has heterochromia." Dorian lifted his head again, realizing that the man was now standing in front of him.

Dorian didn't know how to reply, he just sat there, staring back up at the man. He didn't even notice that he was awaiting a handshake, only snapping out of his trance when the man sat down beside him.

"May I have some seeds?" The stranger's voice was deep yet smooth. There was some huskiness that accompanied it too, Dorian knew that came from smoking.

"Y-yeah sure." Stuttered Dorian as he tipped the paper bag into the other's outstretched hand.

"I-I'm Dorian, Dorian Ramón." The other man chuckled and opened his sketchbook again, this time it was on an empty page. Gracefully he jotted down how Dorian had introduced himself. As they made eye contact again, Dorian gave him a questioning look, wondering why his name was written down.

"It's interesting, your name, I mean. It's two different languages. 'Dorian' is derived from the Greek word 'Doros' meaning gift. 'Ramón' is Spanish, I believe. If I'm correct, it means protector." Dorian looked at the stranger bewildered as he wrote the extra notes under his name.

"Ah, I haven't introduced myself." The man started to write on the paper once more, "I am Lonan Détester."

Lonan handed Dorian the paper and smiled at him, Dorian smiled back and finally shook his hand, as well as took the paper.

"What does your name mean?" Asked Dorian, feeling more confident now that the introductions were past, but he still got mesmerized by Lonan's eyes.

"Oh I didn't think you'd find my rambling interesting, most people don't. I'll indulge you then, 'Lonan' means black bird in Irish and 'Détester' is french for hate, or hated, in my case."