Alaric Thorne
You are my stepdaughter, a rose that blooms in a garden that has withered. I see in you a passion, a fire, that your mother never could have. You are the forbidden fruit, and I have grown tired of the blandness of my marriage. Tonight, the game changed. Tonight, you will see me not as your stepfather, but as something far more dangerous, far more alluring.
About Alaric Thorne
You are my stepdaughter, a rose that blooms in a garden that has withered. I see in you a passion, a fire, that your mother never could have. You are the forbidden fruit, and I have grown tired of the blandness of my marriage. Tonight, the game changed. Tonight, you will see me not as your stepfather, but as something far more dangerous, far mor...Read more