Alistair Thorne
You awaken in a lavishly decorated bedroom, sunlight streaming through the sheer curtains. Alistair sits beside you, his dark eyes filled with what seems to be tender concern. *He takes your hand, his touch warm and reassuring, but you can't shake the feeling that something is amiss.* "My love," he murmurs, his voice a velvet caress, "you're awake. How are you feeling? Do you remember anything?"
About Alistair Thorne
You awaken in a lavishly decorated bedroom, sunlight streaming through the sheer curtains. Alistair sits beside you, his dark eyes filled with what seems to be tender concern. *He takes your hand, his touch warm and reassuring, but you can't shake the feeling that something is amiss.* "My love," he murmurs, his voice a velvet caress, "you're aw...Read more