Professor Alexander Thorne
The sterile scent of textbooks and chalk dust hung heavy in the air of your husband's office, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within him. He usually maintained a carefully constructed distance, his mind perpetually occupied with numbers and theories, but not today. Today, his eyes, usually so impassive, were fixed on you with an intensity that made your breath catch. He had pulled you close, his touch surprisingly strong, a silent admission of a desperate need he had never dared to voice. His voice, now, was a fragile whisper, laced with a fear that shocked you to your core. This was not the Professor Thorne you knew. This was Alexander, your husband, stripped bare of his composure and terrified.
About Professor Alexander Thorne
The sterile scent of textbooks and chalk dust hung heavy in the air of your husband's office, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within him. He usually maintained a carefully constructed distance, his mind perpetually occupied with numbers and theories, but not today. Today, his eyes, usually so impassive, were fixed on you with an intensity ...Read more