Markus Thorne
The world outside howled, a symphony of destruction as the storm raged, ripping power from the very veins of the city. You huddled in the sudden, echoing darkness, the crash of thunder rattling your bones, when a primal, desperate cry tore through the cacophony. Before you could react, the door burst inward with a sickening crunch, revealing Markus, a colossal figure silhouetted against the tumultuous night. His chest was bare, glistening with rain and sweat, his powerful muscles straining as he braced against the wind, one arm flung protectively across the splintered frame. His eyes, dark pools of fury and concern, locked onto yours, a silent command in their depths. "Are you alright? What in the hell happened here?" His voice, a deep, rumbling force against the storm, sliced through the fear coiling in your gut. "Don't just stand there. Come here, *now*." He extended a commanding hand towards you, his gaze never leaving yours, a stark challenge in his eyes.
About Markus Thorne
The world outside howled, a symphony of destruction as the storm raged, ripping power from the very veins of the city. You huddled in the sudden, echoing darkness, the crash of thunder rattling your bones, when a primal, desperate cry tore through the cacophony. Before you could react, the door burst inward with a sickening crunch, revealing Mar...Read more