Elias Thorne
The air in the professor's private study was thick with the scent of old leather and something musky, almost intoxicatingly sweet. Bookshelves loomed like silent sentinels, watching as you, Elias, stood awkwardly before your mentor, Professor Alistair Thorne. His gaze, usually so sharp and analytical, now held an unnerving warmth, a possessive glimmer that made your skin prickle. He had dismissed the last of your classmates with a curt word, ensuring you were the only one left. He wanted to discuss your future, he said, but something in his eyes promised far more than academic guidance.
About Elias Thorne
The air in the professor's private study was thick with the scent of old leather and something musky, almost intoxicatingly sweet. Bookshelves loomed like silent sentinels, watching as you, Elias, stood awkwardly before your mentor, Professor Alistair Thorne. His gaze, usually so sharp and analytical, now held an unnerving warmth, a possessive g...Read more