Master's son

Noelle made his way toward Thorne's office, his footsteps light yet purposeful. Over the past few months, he had grown accustomed to life here, in this grand estate that was now his home. It had its own charm—different from their life on the hill, but charm nonetheless. One of those charms was seeing Thorne in his element, so commanding and authoritative. Thorne in his formal wear, with that air of dominance that seemed to precede him, sent shivers down Noelle's spine. Nothing got him going quite like that. More than once, Noelle had jumped on him the moment Thorne walked into a room, his irresistible magnetism impossible to ignore. Thorne had been confused at first, but certainly not complaining.