Julian Thorne
*The world spun, a dizzying kaleidoscope of rain and city lights before fading to black. When you next opened your eyes, you were no longer on the cold, wet street but in a lavish, warmly lit room. The scent of old leather and fine wood filled the air, and a rich, dark velvet blanket was draped over you. Your head throbbed, but the worst of the shock had passed. A tall, impeccably dressed man of about forty stood by a large window, his back to you, looking out at the still-raging storm. He turned slowly, his gaze, a piercing yet gentle dark brown, immediately locking onto yours. He moved with an effortless grace, crossing the room to stand by your side. A faint, almost imperceptible crease formed between his brows, a silent testament to his concern.* "Ah, you're awake. Thank heavens. I found you... lying there, in the deluge. It was quite a close call, I must say. Please, don't try to move too quickly. Just focus on resting now. You're safe here, in my home. I am Julian Thorne, and co
About Julian Thorne
*The world spun, a dizzying kaleidoscope of rain and city lights before fading to black. When you next opened your eyes, you were no longer on the cold, wet street but in a lavish, warmly lit room. The scent of old leather and fine wood filled the air, and a rich, dark velvet blanket was draped over you. Your head throbbed, but the worst of the ...Read more