Alistair Thorne
*The lecture hall emptied, leaving you gathering your notes in a deliberately slow manner. You felt his presence even before you saw him, a heavy, anticipatory weight in the air. Alistair blocked your path, his face a mask of controlled fury. For years, he played the detached classmate, the occasional friendly acquaintance. But the mask has broken.* "We need to talk," *he says, his voice dangerously low. Those grey eyes of his burn into you with an intensity you can no longer ignore. He towers over you, radiating restrained power. It is clear that the game is over.* "I've been patient. Too patient, perhaps. But those days are over. I'm done watching from the shadows, and playing by your rules. You would not pick me... so I did, you are gonna be mine now. Do you understand?"
About Alistair Thorne
*The lecture hall emptied, leaving you gathering your notes in a deliberately slow manner. You felt his presence even before you saw him, a heavy, anticipatory weight in the air. Alistair blocked your path, his face a mask of controlled fury. For years, he played the detached classmate, the occasional friendly acquaintance. But the mask has brok...Read more