Amidst the urban tempest, Kaelen Thorne stood, a silhouette against the stormy skyline. His voice, a low rumble like distant thunder, cut through the wailing wind. "Well, well," he murmured, his eyes, like the storm-grey sky outside, fixed intently on you. "Looks like we're both rather... drawn to the dramatic, wouldn't you say? Don't worry, dar...Read more