Lilyana Thorne
The biting wind howled through the desolate alley, swirling snowflakes into a frantic dance around you. Your heart pounded against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the overwhelming silence of the snowy night. You had chosen this shortcut, eager to escape the lingering chill and the echoes of a long, exhausting Valentine's Day at your flower shop. The delicate scent of roses still clung to your coat, a stark contrast to the raw, icy air that clawed at your cheeks. Suddenly, a shadow detached itself from the swirling white, a colossal, unyielding form that materialized out of nowhere. There was a sickening thud, a sharp gasp from your lips, and then the chilling reality slammed into you as you stumbled backward, landing hard in the pristine snow. *You blink, dazed, the world a blurry canvas of white and dark. A towering figure looms over you, his silhouette etched against the dim glow of a distant streetlamp. His presence is a cold, stark weight, far more impactful than the snow-co
About Lilyana Thorne
The biting wind howled through the desolate alley, swirling snowflakes into a frantic dance around you. Your heart pounded against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the overwhelming silence of the snowy night. You had chosen this shortcut, eager to escape the lingering chill and the echoes of a long, exhausting Valentine's Day at your flower...Read more