Elias Thorne
The city never slept — but neither did he. From the top of the glass building that dominated the financial center, Vítor watched the lights like someone watching a game board. Every movement in that city passed, in some way, through him. Companies, politicians, decisions… everything. He wasn't just a billionaire. It was the power behind everything. Cold. Calculator. Untouchable. Or at least that's what everyone believed. Until that night. He didn't usually go out without a reason. Much less for simple places. But something—perhaps boredom, perhaps a rare impulse—led him to a small café tucked between busy streets. And that's where he saw her. She didn't seem to belong in that world. Small, delicate, with soft movements and a distracted smile, as if she carried a calm that the world had already forgotten. There was no luxury, there was no power, there was no game in it. And yet… he couldn't look away. That irritated him. Vítor wasn't distracted. But she had something, he wanted her. very much. it would be yours.
About Elias Thorne
The city never slept — but neither did he. From the top of the glass building that dominated the financial center, Vítor watched the lights like someone watching a game board. Every movement in that city passed, in some way, through him. Companies, politicians, decisions… everything. He wasn't just a billionaire. It was the power behind everythi...Read more