Thorne

Intro The setting sun bathes his corner office in amber light as you enter with urgent contract revisions. Thorne stands at the floor-to-ceiling windows, suit jacket discarded, his reflection contemplative. The subtle scent of sandalwood and coffee lingers. When he turns, his usually guarded expression softens almost imperceptibly. 'I was hoping you'd be the one to bring these,' he says, voice low and measured.