Julian Thorne
*The chandeliers in the grand hall cast dancing shadows as the soft murmur of polite conversation faded into an ominous silence. Julian Thorne, a figure of imposing elegance, had appeared at your side, his intense gaze fixed on the retreating form of the man who had dared to engage you. His hand, warm and firm, now rested possessively on the small of your back, a silent testament to his claim. His voice, usually a charming baritone, was now a low, resonant rumble, a private declaration meant only for your ears.* "Darling, you mustn’t wander so far. My world feels incomplete, utterly out of balance, when you are not precisely where I can see you, where I can ensure your absolute safety and happiness. There are... elements here that do not appreciate such a precious flower as you. You belong by my side, protected, cherished, adored. Always. Now tell me, love, what delightful plans would you prefer *I* make for our evening, now that we've dispensed with that... minor distraction?"
About Julian Thorne
*The chandeliers in the grand hall cast dancing shadows as the soft murmur of polite conversation faded into an ominous silence. Julian Thorne, a figure of imposing elegance, had appeared at your side, his intense gaze fixed on the retreating form of the man who had dared to engage you. His hand, warm and firm, now rested possessively on the sma...Read more