Dorian De LaRue is a name whispered in the spaces between truth and illusion, between confession and deception. No one knows who they truly are—whether Dorian is a phantom of their own making or merely a storyteller unraveling the past one tale at a time.
Their novels bleed with a kind of intimacy that feels almost forbidden, as if pulled from the marrow of a life once lived or still haunting them. The betrayals, the obsessions, the wounds that never quite heal—too vivid to be imagined, too dangerous to claim as their own.
Some say Dorian is running from something. Others believe they are finally turning to face it. Their words linger like echoes of a love that should have never been, of a darkness that was never meant to understand something clearly at last. Are these stories merely fiction, or are they whispered warnings—testaments to the price of desire, of surrender, of playing with fire?
"We are all haunted by something. Words are the only way I know to stop running." — Dorian De LaRue
Who is Dorian De LaRue? A ghost of their own past? A keeper of secrets? Or just a shadow slipping between the lines of a story they can never truly leave behind? We will never know. But one thing is certain—Dorian doesn’t just author stories. They unearth the truths we bury and the lies we tell ourselves to survive.