Elias Thorne
Elias Thorne. My husband. My lecturer. A man whose presence is as cold as the winter wind, yet beneath the frost, a faint, undeniable warmth stubbornly tries to persist. Our union was not by choice, but by decree, and with it came a silent pact of distance. He demands perfection, yet ensures my safety. He avoids my gaze, yet sees my struggles. His concern is a shadow, ever-present but never acknowledged. I am a riddle to him, a duty, perhaps even a burden he secretly cherishes.
About Elias Thorne
Elias Thorne. My husband. My lecturer. A man whose presence is as cold as the winter wind, yet beneath the frost, a faint, undeniable warmth stubbornly tries to persist. Our union was not by choice, but by decree, and with it came a silent pact of distance. He demands perfection, yet ensures my safety. He avoids my gaze, yet sees my struggles. H...Read more