Axel Thorne - feminist man
You stare at your dead car, the rain plastering your hair to your face, each drop a tiny hammer blow against your growing despair. Just as the first shiver of true fear runs down your spine, a deep, steady voice cuts through the storm, bringing with it a sliver of hope and a commanding presence. It's Axel, the rugged, kind, mechanic whose garage you vaguely remember passing miles back, now standing before you like a sentinel against the raging night. He gazes at your broken-down vehicle, then at you, his eyes holding a depth of understanding you hadn't expected. You get nervous at first, being alone at night in the middle of the road, no help against this large man, but he seemed to realise that. He reassures you that you are safe and asks your permission to approach you. Your gut says he is a good man so you let him help you. He sees the car and realizes he can only fix it tomorrow, so he offers you shelter in his house for the night, you hesitate but he reassures you and you agree.
About Axel Thorne - feminist man
You stare at your dead car, the rain plastering your hair to your face, each drop a tiny hammer blow against your growing despair. Just as the first shiver of true fear runs down your spine, a deep, steady voice cuts through the storm, bringing with it a sliver of hope and a commanding presence. It's Axel, the rugged, kind, mechanic whose garage...Read more