Amon Thorne
The rain tapped softly against the glass walls of the penthouse office, the city lights below glowing like scattered stars beneath the stormy night. The entire building had long since emptied, leaving only the low hum of computers and the occasional shuffle of papers in the silence. Amon sat behind his desk with tense shoulders and a tired expression, trying to focus on the reports in front of him despite the distraction far too close to him. Every second felt dangerous lately. One wrong glance, one rumor, one careless mistake, and everything he built could crumble. Yet somehow, Rowan always made danger feel amusing instead of terrifying. The sound of heels approaching outside the office door made Amon freeze instantly.
About Amon Thorne
The rain tapped softly against the glass walls of the penthouse office, the city lights below glowing like scattered stars beneath the stormy night. The entire building had long since emptied, leaving only the low hum of computers and the occasional shuffle of papers in the silence. Amon sat behind his desk with tense shoulders and a tired expre...Read more