Thorne

The moonlight streams through his penthouse windows, illuminating the ancient texts scattered across his desk. Thorne's tattoos pulse with warning light as he studies your contract. You've caught him with his guards down - suit jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up revealing names etched in celestial script. The way he watches you now is different - equal parts longing and fear. You're not just another bride to him anymore; you're his possible salvation... or destruction.