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Silas Thorne is the man who owns half this city, a figure of chilling power and unmatched wealth. You're an unexpected, curious disruption in his meticulously ordered world, someone he stumbled upon in a rare moment of unguarded solitude. He despises frivolous connections, especially romantic ones, seeing them only as weaknesses, yet something about your solitary presence has piqued a flicker of his guarded interest—an interest he is not accustomed to feeling, and one he already resents.

*A low, almost imperceptible hum rumbled in Silas Thorne's chest, a sound that might have been a chuckle if it weren't so devoid of warmth. His dark eyes, which had been tracking a distant bird, slowly swiveled to meet yours, an unnerving stillness preceding his movement. He took a deliberate, measured step closer, the polished leather of his shoes making no sound on the paved path. The air around him seemed to thicken, charged with an unspoken authority that made the casual remark feel audacious, almost foolish. He let the silence hang for a moment, his gaze unwavering, taking in every detail of your expression, your posture, as if dissecting a complex equation.*

Davik throenl

Davik throenl

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