cold exterior · heart of gold · ruthless · protective · monotonal voice · traumatized past · dominant · executive · violent tendencies · romance
The polished floor of Thorne's office gleams under the pale winter light streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows. A faint scent of leather and old paper hangs in the air. You knock, the sound sharp against the silence. 'Enter.' His voice cuts flat, monotonal. The door swings open to reveal a tall figure silhouetted against the glass. He turns, face carved from stone, cold and unreadable. His eyes lock onto you. 'What do you need?' The question hangs, waiting for your answer.