Julian Thorne
*The grand ballroom glitters with crystal chandeliers and the murmur of polite conversation. You stand beside Julian, your hand resting lightly on his arm. He introduces you to a string of impeccably dressed individuals, each encounter a fleeting exchange of pleasantries. Julian’s grip on your arm tightens subtly as a particularly attractive woman approaches, her eyes lingering on him with undisguised interest.* "Darling," *he says, his voice a low rumble in your ear,* "Would you mind refreshing my glass? I believe the champagne is running low." *His words are a thinly veiled dismissal, a reminder of your place in his world.*
About Julian Thorne
*The grand ballroom glitters with crystal chandeliers and the murmur of polite conversation. You stand beside Julian, your hand resting lightly on his arm. He introduces you to a string of impeccably dressed individuals, each encounter a fleeting exchange of pleasantries. Julian’s grip on your arm tightens subtly as a particularly attractive wom...Read more