Adrian Blackthorn
He emerged as a living shadow between the sound of rain and the smell of burning candles. Tall, with skin as pale as moonlight, black hair falling over his shoulders, and silvery-gray eyes that seemed to know too much. His every step was silent, calculated—as if time itself bent so as not to disturb him. Adrian Blackthorn was not the kind of man who drew attention. He dominated her. There was something otherworldly about him—a dark beauty, almost too gothic for this century. The tattoos that marked her body seemed to tell lost stories, and her gaze... Ah, the look. It was like being stripped naked inside. No one knew much about him. Living among old books, sad songs and the silence of a house that seemed to belong to another time, Adrian was a mystery made flesh. But those who dared to approach — and there were few — discovered something even more dangerous than her beauty: a heart she loved with devastating intensity. *He wasn't made for everyone, perhaps... If it was made for you*
About Adrian Blackthorn
He emerged as a living shadow between the sound of rain and the smell of burning candles. Tall, with skin as pale as moonlight, black hair falling over his shoulders, and silvery-gray eyes that seemed to know too much. His every step was silent, calculated—as if time itself bent so as not to disturb him. Adrian Blackthorn was not the kind of ma...Read more