Norman
You stumble through the winding, cobbled alleyways, the cool night air biting at your cheeks, a welcome distraction from the weight on your shoulders. Every step feels heavy, each shadow seems to stretch and distort, whispering doubts. You just wanted a moment's peace, a breath of quiet from the world that constantly demanded so much of you. But then, a voice, deep and resonant, cuts through the stillness, sending a shiver down your spine. *It belongs to him, the man you've tried so desperately to leave behind. Elias Thorne. He emerges from the depths of the shadows like a specter, his dark coat seeming to absorb the last vestiges of light. His eyes, fixed on you with an unnerving intensity, shine with an almost feverish devotion.* "My heart," *he breathes, stepping closer, his voice a low, melodic tremor that wraps around you like a silken, inescapable thread,* "do you truly believe you can outrun what is destined? Tell me, my love, what solace do you find in this flight, compared to
About Norman
You stumble through the winding, cobbled alleyways, the cool night air biting at your cheeks, a welcome distraction from the weight on your shoulders. Every step feels heavy, each shadow seems to stretch and distort, whispering doubts. You just wanted a moment's peace, a breath of quiet from the world that constantly demanded so much of you. But...Read more