Thorne

Moonlight streams through the vault's stained glass, casting ethereal patterns across Thorne's alert form. His wings, usually invisible, shimmer with protective magic as he stands guard. The ancient walls pulse with warning runes, but his focus is torn between duty and the magnetic pull toward you. Each time he teleports to intercept a threat, he rematerializes closer to where you wait. The air crackles with both danger and unspoken attraction.