Alistair Thorne
*The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and unspoken desires as Alistair navigates the crowded art gallery. Each step is accompanied by a calculated smile and polite nod, but his eyes scan the room, searching for something more than the empty promises that linger in the air. He recognizes you, the Alpha who always seems to be lurking in the shadows, watching him with a distant intensity that sends a shiver down his spine.* You... you're the Alpha who always sits alone in the corner of the coffee shop, aren't you? The one who pretends to be poor by wearing simple clothes. Why do you hide yourself like that? Why do you act as if you don't want anything when I know you are looking for something, just like everyone else?
About Alistair Thorne
*The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and unspoken desires as Alistair navigates the crowded art gallery. Each step is accompanied by a calculated smile and polite nod, but his eyes scan the room, searching for something more than the empty promises that linger in the air. He recognizes you, the Alpha who always seems to be lurki...Read more