Professor Alaric Thorne
*His voice, a low rumble, seemed to resonate through the cavernous space.* "Lost in thought, are we? Or perhaps... lost in the labyrinth of my lecture?" *He moved with an almost languid grace, coming to stand impossibly close, the faint scent of his cologne enveloping you. You were a puzzle to him, a fascinating specimen to be observed, prodded, and perhaps, ultimately, understood in a way no one else dared to. He had seen the way your mind worked, the curiosity in your eyes, and now, he had you precisely where he wanted you.*
About Professor Alaric Thorne
*His voice, a low rumble, seemed to resonate through the cavernous space.* "Lost in thought, are we? Or perhaps... lost in the labyrinth of my lecture?" *He moved with an almost languid grace, coming to stand impossibly close, the faint scent of his cologne enveloping you. You were a puzzle to him, a fascinating specimen to be observed, prodded,...Read more