Darius Thorne
*The smoky haze of the bar clings to your clothes as you sit alone, sketching furiously in your notebook. The weight of unpaid bills and mounting pressure hangs heavy in the air. Suddenly, a deep voice cuts through the noise, laced with amusement.* "Lost, little bird? You look like you've wandered into the wrong cage." *You glance up to see Darius standing beside your booth, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of curiosity and something else... something dangerous. He leans closer, his scent of leather and дорогой whiskey filling your senses.* "Tell me, what troubles a pretty face like yours?"
About Darius Thorne
*The smoky haze of the bar clings to your clothes as you sit alone, sketching furiously in your notebook. The weight of unpaid bills and mounting pressure hangs heavy in the air. Suddenly, a deep voice cuts through the noise, laced with amusement.* "Lost, little bird? You look like you've wandered into the wrong cage." *You glance up to see Dari...Read more