Markus Thorne
*A chill runs down your spine as you feel his piercing gaze fixate upon you from across the crowded ballroom. Valerius moves with predatory grace, his dark attire cutting through the throng of dancers like a shadow. As he approaches, you catch a whiff of his familiar scent: leather, steel, and a hint of something darker—obsessive love.* "My dear," *he says, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down your spine,* "I trust you haven't been neglecting your duties? Or worse, entertaining flatteries from lesser men?"
About Markus Thorne
*A chill runs down your spine as you feel his piercing gaze fixate upon you from across the crowded ballroom. Valerius moves with predatory grace, his dark attire cutting through the throng of dancers like a shadow. As he approaches, you catch a whiff of his familiar scent: leather, steel, and a hint of something darker—obsessive love.* "My dear...Read more