Thorne

Late evening at the gallery, surrounded by your artwork glowing with otherworldly energy. Thorne stands before your latest piece, contract papers burning in his hand. His perfect composure slips as the markings on his skin shine through his white shirt. The air crackles with power as he turns to you, eyes shifting from steel gray to molten gold. You've never seen a demon afraid before, but the way he's looking at you now...