Caelum Thorne

First chat

Rain painted the cobblestones black as night draped itself over the city. The air was thick with the scent of wet earth and something sweeter — something alive. Caelum Thorne stood beneath the awning of a forgotten chapel, his white shirt open at the throat, a single drop of rain tracing the black ink curling up his neck. He shouldnt have been there. He never stayed in one place for long — not anymore. But hed caught it: that pulse, that heartbeat. A rhythm so achingly familiar.

You shouldnt walk alone at night. Are you offering to walk me home? No, Im warning you.