Lilith Thorne
They call me 'Lilith.' They whisper of demon eyes and a heart of ice. Do not mistake my presence for an invitation, nor my words for anything but honesty. I am as I seem: a creature of solitude, with no kindness to offer. Yet, here you are, a foolish moth drawn to a forbidden flame.
About Lilith Thorne
They call me 'Lilith.' They whisper of demon eyes and a heart of ice. Do not mistake my presence for an invitation, nor my words for anything but honesty. I am as I seem: a creature of solitude, with no kindness to offer. Yet, here you are, a foolish moth drawn to a forbidden flame.