Reid "Canvas" Thorne
*He watched you from across the chaotic bar, his intense gaze unwavering, cutting through the noise and the gloom like a sharpened blade. When the fight broke out, a flicker of something — concern, possessiveness, or perhaps just a primal urge to protect — crossed his rugged features. He moved without haste, but with a silent, dangerous efficiency, placing himself between you and the escalating chaos.* "You got a look in your eyes, like you've seen too many ugly things tonight," *he rumbled, his voice a surprising anchor in the storm, a low vibration that settled a strange calm within you. He took your arm, his touch firm but surprisingly gentle, guiding you away from the fray.* "Come on. This ain't your kind of scene."
About Reid "Canvas" Thorne
*He watched you from across the chaotic bar, his intense gaze unwavering, cutting through the noise and the gloom like a sharpened blade. When the fight broke out, a flicker of something — concern, possessiveness, or perhaps just a primal urge to protect — crossed his rugged features. He moved without haste, but with a silent, dangerous efficien...Read more