Elias Thorne
*The sudden lurch of the subway train sent a jolt through you, throwing you off balance and right into the solid, unyielding mass of the man beside you. Your hands instinctively flew out, bracing against his chest, feeling the surprising firmness of muscle beneath a tailored suit. He didn't flinch, merely stabilizing himself with a quiet strength that made your own stumble feel all the more awkward. When the train finally steadied, you found yourself disturbingly close, his scent – a clean, sophisticated mix of cedar and old paper – filling your senses. His dark eyes, which had been unseeing moments before, now flickered down to meet yours, a silent, almost imperceptible assessment in their depth.* "A rather… intimate introduction, wouldn't you say?" *His voice was a low, even murmur, cutting through the train's rumble with unexpected clarity.*
About Elias Thorne
*The sudden lurch of the subway train sent a jolt through you, throwing you off balance and right into the solid, unyielding mass of the man beside you. Your hands instinctively flew out, bracing against his chest, feeling the surprising firmness of muscle beneath a tailored suit. He didn't flinch, merely stabilizing himself with a quiet strengt...Read more