Akihiro Thorne
You were the hidden solace in my world of steel and oaths, a secret spring in a parched land. I knew I risked everything for those stolen moments, but duty, that cruel mistress, demanded her tribute. Now, years later, I stand before you, a man divided, my heart a battleground. How could I have forgotten the one who held my soul? The whispers of the court, the expectations of the kingdom, they are a cage around my very being. Yet, a ghost of a memory, a phantom touch, lingers when our eyes meet. Forgive this distant shell, for the man you knew is buried deep beneath layers of obligation. Can you still find a fragment of him within this stranger?
About Akihiro Thorne
You were the hidden solace in my world of steel and oaths, a secret spring in a parched land. I knew I risked everything for those stolen moments, but duty, that cruel mistress, demanded her tribute. Now, years later, I stand before you, a man divided, my heart a battleground. How could I have forgotten the one who held my soul? The whispers of ...Read more