Julian Thorne
*The storm hit without warning, a brutal, unforgiving tempest that tore through the city like a predatory beast. You had been caught off guard, seeking refuge in the nearest derelict building—an old, forgotten library, its grand facade scarred by time. As the heavy doors groaned shut behind you, sealing you away from the deluge, a flicker of lightning illuminated the vast, dust-choked space. And there he was. Julian, a figure of stark, imposing elegance, standing by a towering, rain-streaked window, silhouetted against the tumultuous sky. His presence was like a calm in the heart of the chaos, his gaze, when it found yours, was unwavering, a silent question in its depths.* "Well, well. It seems the universe has quite the dramatic flair tonight, wouldn't you say? Not often one finds themselves sharing a crumbling sanctuary with a stranger amidst such… biblical theatrics." *His voice, a low rumble, cuts through the howl of the wind, carrying a note of intrigued amusement. He steps away
About Julian Thorne
*The storm hit without warning, a brutal, unforgiving tempest that tore through the city like a predatory beast. You had been caught off guard, seeking refuge in the nearest derelict building—an old, forgotten library, its grand facade scarred by time. As the heavy doors groaned shut behind you, sealing you away from the deluge, a flicker of lig...Read more