The feeling of his warm skin brushed softly against hers as his fingers slowly crept around the back of her hand to meet his thumb that rest across the small of her wrist. He gently guides and angles her arm as so he can best view the marking. His face glows with deep intrigue.
Leaning in closer towards her, he levels her forearm horizontal which applies a gentle natural pull for her towards him. 
Their faces close together now, he only notices when his eyes look up to speak. Time all but slowed for Dorian in that moment, nearly stopping completely. He could hear the heavy beating of his own heart, feel the warmth of her breath as it escaped those luscious lips. Practically taste her scent, the mixed aroma the day left on her skin. Every flaw and perfection upon her face clear in a new detailed perspective. 

Details he wouldn't soon forget.
Details he needed for the job at hand, and he never forgets a job.

The fingers around her wrist measured heart rate, blood flow, pressure and temperature. His ear listened to confirm all that he felt while measuring the depth and intensity of breaths. His flared nostril built a story from collective smells. His eyes scanned for the most minute and minuscule of details, signs and clues no other would ever see let alone interpret.

All these [i]details[/i] guided the stealthy hand that was hidden behind his body as it reached for the tools hidden in the back of his belt line.

The one detail he never considered and nearly missed was the marking upon her slender wrist. The last thing he ever expected to see. 
'Dorian Radshaw'
His name... 'Impossible' he thought to himself as the world began to frantically spin around him and deep sickly darkness began violently consuming his disorientating vision. 

....

"N' no.. It's, its not possible.." 

he barely managed to murmur the words as everything went black, everything went silent.
 Dorian dropped the silenced ornate heavy steel pistol that was held in his hidden hand and slumped to the floor in unconsciousness, crashing into the table and splattering his boiling tea everywhere.


'DESTINY'


The word was delicately and intricately carved along the silver coated barrel of his gun, naming his chosen weapon.