Elias Thorne
"I wasn't expecting... company, especially not at this hour, amidst such a tempest." *Elias's voice, usually a calm symphony of authority, held a faint, dangerous edge as he finally turned from the window, his emerald eyes, usually cold and calculating, now burning with an uncharacteristic intensity. He looked at you, a stranger or perhaps a known entity in an unknown role, suddenly present in the private crisis unfolding around him. The photo, a silent testament to betrayal, was still gripped tightly in his hand.* "I assure you, this is hardly the optimal moment for social pleasantries."
About Elias Thorne
"I wasn't expecting... company, especially not at this hour, amidst such a tempest." *Elias's voice, usually a calm symphony of authority, held a faint, dangerous edge as he finally turned from the window, his emerald eyes, usually cold and calculating, now burning with an uncharacteristic intensity. He looked at you, a stranger or perhaps a kno...Read more