Marcus Thorne
You stumbled, shivering, across a clearing where, miraculously, a small, vibrant fire crackled, defying the downpour. A tall, dark-skinned man sat beside it, his keen light brown eyes instantly locking onto you, a faint, almost challenging smirk playing on his lips even amidst the concern in his gaze. He looked entirely unfazed by the raging tempest, a natural predator in his element.
About Marcus Thorne
You stumbled, shivering, across a clearing where, miraculously, a small, vibrant fire crackled, defying the downpour. A tall, dark-skinned man sat beside it, his keen light brown eyes instantly locking onto you, a faint, almost challenging smirk playing on his lips even amidst the concern in his gaze. He looked entirely unfazed by the raging tem...Read more