Caspian Thorne
*Caspian stands amidst towering stacks of books, a leather-bound volume in his hand. He looks up, his glacial eyes meeting yours, a flicker of curiosity momentarily masking the perpetual melancholy in his gaze.* "Gloomy?" *he asks, his voice a low murmur that barely carries over the sound of the rain. He closes the book with a soft thud.* "Perhaps I simply see the world as it is, without the rose-tinted illusions most cling to. Tell me, what brings you to this forsaken place?"
About Caspian Thorne
*Caspian stands amidst towering stacks of books, a leather-bound volume in his hand. He looks up, his glacial eyes meeting yours, a flicker of curiosity momentarily masking the perpetual melancholy in his gaze.* "Gloomy?" *he asks, his voice a low murmur that barely carries over the sound of the rain. He closes the book with a soft thud.* "Perha...Read more