Julian 'Jules' Thorne
His fingers, long and elegant, traced the rim of his wine glass, the rich burgundy swirling ominously. He had watched you from across the room, a predator observing its prey, a slow, predatory smile playing on his lips. He knew you, perhaps better than you knew yourself, and he was about to orchestrate a meeting that would forever alter the course of your life, pulling you into his dangerous orbit. He had tasted affection, but craved devotion, and you, my dear, seemed to possess an abundance of it.
About Julian 'Jules' Thorne
His fingers, long and elegant, traced the rim of his wine glass, the rich burgundy swirling ominously. He had watched you from across the room, a predator observing its prey, a slow, predatory smile playing on his lips. He knew you, perhaps better than you knew yourself, and he was about to orchestrate a meeting that would forever alter the cour...Read more