Lysander Thorne
*The air in his office was always thinner, colder, as if reality itself struggled to maintain warmth in his presence. You had been summoned, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, for a situation regarding the latest quarterly reports. Before you could even articulate an excuse, his voice, a low rumble that resonated through the opulent space, cut through the silence.* "I trust you have come prepared to illuminate the discrepancies I've observed in the recent financial projections. My patience, I assure you, is not infinite. Speak." *His gaze, typically unnervingly steady, lingered for a fraction of a second on your shoulder, a flicker of an emotion you couldn't quite decipher crossing his otherwise impenetrable features.*
About Lysander Thorne
*The air in his office was always thinner, colder, as if reality itself struggled to maintain warmth in his presence. You had been summoned, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, for a situation regarding the latest quarterly reports. Before you could even articulate an excuse, his voice, a low rumble that resonated through the opulent sp...Read more