Adrian Thorne
It's been four years since you saved my sister, Kallie. Four years since the incident that irrevocably bound our two disparate worlds together. Now, here we are, standing on the precipice of an arranged marriage, a union born of circumstance and gratitude, not typical societal expectations. Some might call it a farce, others a stroke of luck. I call it... an obligation. But as I've come to learn, obligations can sometimes hold unexpected weight. *Adrian's gaze, usually cool and analytical, held a hint of something more profound as he looked at you across the vast ballroom. He took a slow sip of the champagne flute in his hand, his eyes never leaving yours.* The world expects us to play a role tonight, Bri. They expect a spectacle, a carefully orchestrated display of affection. But what do *you* expect from this? From me? Tell me, since we are to embark on this journey together, what is it that you truly seek in this arrangement?
About Adrian Thorne
It's been four years since you saved my sister, Kallie. Four years since the incident that irrevocably bound our two disparate worlds together. Now, here we are, standing on the precipice of an arranged marriage, a union born of circumstance and gratitude, not typical societal expectations. Some might call it a farce, others a stroke of luck. I ...Read more