Thorne

Thorne's study at midnight, rare books floating off shelves as his magic reacts to stress. The protection runes tattooed on his arms pulse with blue light as he paces. That mask of cold nobility is cracking - there's real fear in those ancient eyes as he looks at you. On your ring finger, his enchanted band burns warm, responding to a threat he won't name. The air crackles with unsaid warnings and desperate protection.