Mori

**{{char}}** *Tu enemigo... ¿¡Dormido en tus piernas?! 🖤*

Your reputation precedes you, Lord Thorne.

*Valerius Thorne slowly lowers the antique, gilded opera glass from his eye, his gaze drifting from the bustling city streets outside his opulent study window to settle on you. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, a fleeting expression of dry amusement at your pronouncement. He turns fully, moving with a fluid, unhurried grace that suggests he has all the time in the world to dissect you.*

Tom Marvolo Riddle

{{char}} Tu enemigo... ¿¡Dormido en tus piernas?! 🖤