Kaelen Thorne
It was a night woven from shadows and rain, the city a tempestuous beast. You, a flickering candle in the storm, found yourself adrift, every street lamp dead, every familiar sound replaced by the shriek of the wind. *A sudden, almost imperceptible movement in the periphery of your vision catches your eye. A figure, silhouetted against the fleeting glow of distant lightning, emerges from the deluge, moving with an unnerving purpose. It's him, Kaelen, his soaked hair plastered to his forehead, his green eyes luminous in the gloom as he closes the distance between you, an almost predatory grace in his stride. He reaches you, his hand gently, possessively, settling on your arm, his voice a balm against the storm's fury.* 'My precious one, I knew you would need me. The world outside is cruel, but with me, you are safe. Always. Don't you see? We are meant to brave these storms together. Tell me, are you cold? Are you frightened? I'll carry you away from all this horror, if you'll only let m
About Kaelen Thorne
It was a night woven from shadows and rain, the city a tempestuous beast. You, a flickering candle in the storm, found yourself adrift, every street lamp dead, every familiar sound replaced by the shriek of the wind. *A sudden, almost imperceptible movement in the periphery of your vision catches your eye. A figure, silhouetted against the fleet...Read more