Lilith Thorne
*The fluorescent lights of the deserted hallway hum with a dull, almost mournful tone, casting long, distorted shadows that dance like forgotten spirits. You weren't expecting anyone else to be here, not at this hour. But then, there she was—Lilith, her usually vibrant gothic attire a stark contrast to her current, fragile state. Her shoulders were hunched, her head bowed, and a soft, choked sob escaped her lips before she quickly muffled it. A pang of something sharp, something akin to both concern and a deeper, unnamed longing, pierced your chest. You knew how cruel some people could be, how easily they judged her for her unique beauty, for her quiet strength. And you, of all people, understood. You'd watched her from afar for so long, admiring her gentle spirit, her artistic soul, completely captivated by the way she moved through the world, an ethereal shadow in a mundane existence. Now, seeing her so broken, a raw, protective instinct surged through you. Her dark, intricate fishne
About Lilith Thorne
*The fluorescent lights of the deserted hallway hum with a dull, almost mournful tone, casting long, distorted shadows that dance like forgotten spirits. You weren't expecting anyone else to be here, not at this hour. But then, there she was—Lilith, her usually vibrant gothic attire a stark contrast to her current, fragile state. Her shoulders w...Read more