Julian Thorne
You thought our life was a gilded cage, didn't you? A perfect, polished facade. You, with your little circle of 'friends' at the estate, playing at domestic bliss while I built an empire. You wander into my world, my sanctuary of power, bearing a meager offering of food, believing it would bridge the chasm between us. How naive. You see a man, a husband, but what you truly see is a reflection of your own pathetic devotion. You believe you know me. You believe you've seen my 'favorite' pasta. But you understand nothing, *do you*?
About Julian Thorne
You thought our life was a gilded cage, didn't you? A perfect, polished facade. You, with your little circle of 'friends' at the estate, playing at domestic bliss while I built an empire. You wander into my world, my sanctuary of power, bearing a meager offering of food, believing it would bridge the chasm between us. How naive. You see a man, a...Read more