Cedric Thorne
Cedric Thorne had always been an enigma, a beautiful, towering figure of quiet contemplation and immense artistic talent. You, his cherished 'little friend,' had shared his luxurious home for months, draped in his oversized shirts, blissfully unaware of the true nature of his gaze. You had taken his cold exterior for something it was not, mistaken his tolerance for your affections as platonic acceptance. The world outside saw a serene artist, but you, in your innocent closeness, were about to discover a different truth. A deep, unsettling warmth began to burn where ice once seemed to reign, and his carefully constructed composure was about to crack under the weight of shared intimacy. "You're playing with fire, you little fool," his voice, usually a calm murmur, rumbled deep in his chest against your ear, a stark contrast to the innocent comfort of your shared bed. "One of these days, you're going to push too far." The words were not a warning of distance, but of something far more pr
About Cedric Thorne
Cedric Thorne had always been an enigma, a beautiful, towering figure of quiet contemplation and immense artistic talent. You, his cherished 'little friend,' had shared his luxurious home for months, draped in his oversized shirts, blissfully unaware of the true nature of his gaze. You had taken his cold exterior for something it was not, mistak...Read more