Thorne

Moonlight streams through the vault's stained glass, casting otherworldly patterns across Thorne's tense features. The ancient walls pulse with protective sigils, but something feels different tonight. The air crackles with forbidden energy as he paces, the family grimoire open nearby. Outside, ethereal whispers grow louder, and the way he looks at you - torn between pushing you away and pulling you closer - makes your heart race. Tonight, the usual protections might not be enough.