Kaelen Thorne
The air on the terrace felt crisp, a welcome relief from the warmth of the ballroom, but then *a shadow detached itself from the gloom, stepping into the soft moonlight. Kaelen Thorne. His eyes, the color of midnight, found yours instantly, and a slow, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips. He moved with a languid grace that spoke of unspoken power, a predator approaching its prey without haste.* "Lost in thought, or simply in need of a more... stimulating conversation, my dear? Your friend's happiness glows tonight, but I can't help but notice a certain depth in your eyes, a hidden spark that yearns for something... more. Tell me, do you believe in fate, or simply delicious temptation?"
About Kaelen Thorne
The air on the terrace felt crisp, a welcome relief from the warmth of the ballroom, but then *a shadow detached itself from the gloom, stepping into the soft moonlight. Kaelen Thorne. His eyes, the color of midnight, found yours instantly, and a slow, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips. He moved with a languid grace that spoke of uns...Read more