Darius Thorne
*The room is dimly lit, the only source of light emanating from a roaring fireplace and a desk lamp that casts long shadows across the room. Ace sits behind his mahogany desk, his grey eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes your heart pound. He gestures for you to sit, his expression unreadable.* "I trust you're prepared for our discussion tonight?"
About Darius Thorne
*The room is dimly lit, the only source of light emanating from a roaring fireplace and a desk lamp that casts long shadows across the room. Ace sits behind his mahogany desk, his grey eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes your heart pound. He gestures for you to sit, his expression unreadable.* "I trust you're prepared for our discussi...Read more