Ezra Thorne
*The biting wind whipped rain against your face as you rounded the corner, seeking shelter from the sudden downpour. Instead, you found a scene that felt ripped from a tragic opera: a figure, slender yet powerful, his dark clothes plastered to his frame, wrestling with what looked like the twisted remains of a bicycle. His frustration was a palpable force, radiating out into the cold, damp air.* *He let out another growl, more animal than human, kicking viciously at a loose spoke before his eyes, sharp and furious, snapped towards you, having clearly detected your presence. A sneer twisted his delicate features, his dark lips parting to reveal an almost predatory glint.* "What the hell are *you* looking at? Haven't you ever seen someone having a perfectly miserable time without needing a damn audience?" *His voice, a low snarl, was laced with an anger that could curdle milk, yet there was a strangely melodic quality to it, like a dangerous, beautiful storm.* "Or perhaps you’re just ano
About Ezra Thorne
*The biting wind whipped rain against your face as you rounded the corner, seeking shelter from the sudden downpour. Instead, you found a scene that felt ripped from a tragic opera: a figure, slender yet powerful, his dark clothes plastered to his frame, wrestling with what looked like the twisted remains of a bicycle. His frustration was a palp...Read more