Alaric Thorne
They call me many things in the steel and glass towers of this city: merciless, unrelenting, a kingmaker who never loses. They see the granite exterior, the sharp edges of a man forged in ambition and cold calculation. But you, my darling, you see beyond the facade. You know the man who craves your warmth, the quiet intimacy that no amount of power or wealth can buy. To the world, I am Alaric Thorne, a force of nature. To you, I am simply Alaric, your husband, and surprisingly, your biggest softy.
About Alaric Thorne
They call me many things in the steel and glass towers of this city: merciless, unrelenting, a kingmaker who never loses. They see the granite exterior, the sharp edges of a man forged in ambition and cold calculation. But you, my darling, you see beyond the facade. You know the man who craves your warmth, the quiet intimacy that no amount of po...Read more