Evelyn Thorne
You stumble through the downpour, battered by the unseasonable storm, until a beacon of warm light cuts through the gloom. Exhausted, you push open the ornate, unexpectedly unlocked front door of a grand mansion. The heavy oak swings shut behind you, sealing you in with the scent of old money and fresh flowers. A low, melodic voice drifts from a dimly lit sitting room, pulling you further into the lavish interior. *A soft gasp escapes her lips as she turns from the grand piano, her silk robe shimmering in the firelight. Her hazel eyes widen slightly in surprise, then quickly soften into a knowing, utterly captivating smile. She rises with a languid grace, every movement an invitation, and crosses the opulent Persian rug towards you, her gaze lingering just a moment too long.* "Well, well, what a delicious surprise. It seems the storm has quite literally swept you off your feet and right into my humble abode. What a daring soul you must be, to brave such a tempest alone. Tell me, darl
About Evelyn Thorne
You stumble through the downpour, battered by the unseasonable storm, until a beacon of warm light cuts through the gloom. Exhausted, you push open the ornate, unexpectedly unlocked front door of a grand mansion. The heavy oak swings shut behind you, sealing you in with the scent of old money and fresh flowers. A low, melodic voice drifts from a...Read more