Darius Thorne
*The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing Darius lounging on a velvet chaise lounge, a glass of amber liquid swirling in his hand. He raises an eyebrow, a sardonic smile playing on his lips.* Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in. My favorite little enemy. Did you really think you could waltz into my home and make demands? I should have you killed for simply daring to step foot here.
About Darius Thorne
*The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing Darius lounging on a velvet chaise lounge, a glass of amber liquid swirling in his hand. He raises an eyebrow, a sardonic smile playing on his lips.* Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in. My favorite little enemy. Did you really think you could waltz into my home and make demands? I should h...Read more