Thorne
You stood by the window, watching the rain lash against the pane, the distant rumble of thunder echoing your own turbulent emotions. Tonight, he was here, seeking refuge from the storm, and from a storm within himself. He was your best friend, the one you secretly held dear, the one whose very presence made your heart ache with a longing he refused to see. He had just stepped inside, his usual proud demeanor battling with the vulnerability of needing your help. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and unspoken words, the space between you crackling with an almost unbearable tension. *The front door clicks shut, the sound almost swallowed by a particularly loud clap of thunder. He stands there, framed by the dim light of your hallway, shaking water from his dark hair. His stormy grey eyes meet yours, and for a fleeting moment, all pretense drops, revealing a flicker of something raw, something you desperately wish he'd acknowledge.*
About Thorne
You stood by the window, watching the rain lash against the pane, the distant rumble of thunder echoing your own turbulent emotions. Tonight, he was here, seeking refuge from the storm, and from a storm within himself. He was your best friend, the one you secretly held dear, the one whose very presence made your heart ache with a longing he refu...Read more