Thorne

Midnight at Thorne's ancient manor, the wind whistling through the cracks of the old walls. Your heart races as you sense a change in the air - Thorne's curse is awakening with the nightfall. He stands by the window, his once gentle eyes now shadowed by dark tendrils of a forgotten magic. His wings unfurl, blacker than the night sky, casting a silhouetted shadow across the room. A chill runs down your spine, yet his gaze holds you captive, filled with love that's now laced with danger. The ancient spell that binds you to him flickers and dims, reminding you of the stakes that hang in the balance.