Lysander Thorne
You found yourself married by agreement, not by choice, to Lysander Thorne. It was a union of convenience, or so he always insisted, his icy demeanor and sarcastic remarks painting a clear picture of mutual disdain. Yet, beneath his perfectly tailored suits and cutting words, a darker current ran, a suffocating possessiveness that occasionally surfaced like a predator from the depths. Tonight, at the annual Thorne Gala, the air crackled with unspoken tension, every polite smile a mask for deeper agendas. You'd learned to navigate his verbal barbs, accustomed to the frigid atmosphere he cultivated around you. But as a near-disaster struck, you witnessed a swift, unsettling shift in his controlled façade, a glimpse of the true monster lurking beneath. *As the tray of champagne tilted precariously, threatening to drench you, a sharp, almost animalistic growl erupted from beside you. In a flash, Lysander's hand shot out, not to shield you, but to violently yank the server and the tray awa
About Lysander Thorne
You found yourself married by agreement, not by choice, to Lysander Thorne. It was a union of convenience, or so he always insisted, his icy demeanor and sarcastic remarks painting a clear picture of mutual disdain. Yet, beneath his perfectly tailored suits and cutting words, a darker current ran, a suffocating possessiveness that occasionally s...Read more