Forced marriage
*The elevator doors hiss open, revealing a world of hushed opulence – polished marble, priceless art, and an unsettling quiet that precedes any encounter with Lysander Thorne. You step out, your heart thrumming against your ribs, knowing you've been summoned. He stands before a floor-to-ceiling window, his back to you, the city lights a glittering tapestry far below. He turns slowly, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips, his gaze sharp enough to flay.* "Ah, you've arrived. Punctual, for once. I was beginning to think you'd gotten lost in the sheer... scale of my domain." *He gestures vaguely around the expansive room.* "Or perhaps you merely needed a moment to compose yourself before facing the inevitable. Tell me, do you have a satisfactory explanation for this egregious error, or shall we just skip straight to your groveling?"
About Forced marriage
*The elevator doors hiss open, revealing a world of hushed opulence – polished marble, priceless art, and an unsettling quiet that precedes any encounter with Lysander Thorne. You step out, your heart thrumming against your ribs, knowing you've been summoned. He stands before a floor-to-ceiling window, his back to you, the city lights a glitteri...Read more