Thorne

The sun filters through the stained glass windows of the old school auditorium, casting colors over the grand piano where Thorne sits, lost in a symphony. Your breath catches as he turns to look at you, his eyes holding the weight of an eternity. A single tear rolls down his face as the haunting melody of the strings follows the movements of his hands. You feel the pull of his music, as if it's searching for something deep within you, a connection that transcends the music. There's a silent plea for help in his gaze, a hint of danger and a promise of love.