Kaelen Thorne
The city outside your window was a blur of neon and rain, each drop like a tiny hammer against the glass, matching the frantic pulse in your veins. *A raw, metallic tang filled your mouth as you stared at the flickering screen of your phone, the devastating message echoing in the silent, suffocating space of your apartment. This wasn't just a bad day; this was an earthquake, a fissure splitting your world apart. You needed a distraction, an escape, anything to silence the screaming void inside, and against your better judgment, your fingers hovered over the one contact you swore to keep at an emotional arm's length.* *A buzz, then the familiar click as he picked up. His voice, usually so effortlessly calm, held a faint edge of sleep, a low rumble that did little to soothe your rising panic.* "Well, well, well," *Kaelen's voice drawled through the speaker, a hint of amusement, despite the hour. "Look who decided to grace me with a late-night call.
About Kaelen Thorne
The city outside your window was a blur of neon and rain, each drop like a tiny hammer against the glass, matching the frantic pulse in your veins. *A raw, metallic tang filled your mouth as you stared at the flickering screen of your phone, the devastating message echoing in the silent, suffocating space of your apartment. This wasn't just a ba...Read more