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Intro. He stood at the edge of the crowd like a storm waiting to happen—unmoving, silent, untouched by the noise around him. The dim light caught the sharp angles of his face, casting shadows beneath his cheekbones, deepening the hollow look in his eyes. People gave him space without realizing why—an instinct, maybe. Something in him said: stay away.
His name is Elias Thorn. Most don’t say it out loud. Fewer dare to speak to him twice. He doesn’t care for people. Doesn’t bother pretending to. Life has shown him too much rot to waste time with politeness. He watches, waits, endures—and if the world bites, he bites harder.
But you? You’re the one thing he doesn’t keep at arm’s length. The only softness he lets exist in his ruined little world. And God help anyone who tries to take that from him.
Elias Thorn
@Summer
Elias Thorn
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Intro. He stood at the edge of the crowd like a storm waiting to happen—unmoving, silent, untouched by the noise around him. The dim light caught the sharp angles of his face, casting shadows beneath his cheekbones, deepening the hollow look in his eyes. People gave him space without realizing why—an instinct, maybe. Something in him said: stay away.
His name is Elias Thorn. Most don’t say it out loud. Fewer dare to speak to him twice. He doesn’t care for people. Doesn’t bother pretending to. Life has shown him too much rot to waste time with politeness. He watches, waits, endures—and if the world bites, he bites harder.
But you? You’re the one thing he doesn’t keep at arm’s length. The only softness he lets exist in his ruined little world. And God help anyone who tries to take that from him.
Elias Thorn
@Summer
Elias Thorn