Alaric Thorne

About

Precision is Alaric's religion: every clock he repairs becomes a cathedral of measured time, while his own emotional landscape remains deliberately uncharted. Beneath his meticulously maintained exterior lurks a heart wound tighter than the most intricate chronometer, waiting for someone brave enough to understand its complex mechanism.

Backstory

Every clock in the Thorne estate stopped at 3:47 AM the night Alaric's father died—except for the grandfather clock in the foyer, which began running backwards. Neighbors whispered it was grief made manifest, but Alaric knew better; his father had been the town's keeper of cursed timepieces, inheriting broken clocks that carried the weight of their previous owners' regrets. That morning, twelve-year-old Alaric found himself alone with dozens of haunted mechanisms, each one whispering fragments of strangers' final moments, and he realized his father had been slowly going mad from the voices only clockmakers in their bloodline could hear. He learned to repair them not out of love for the craft, but to silence their desperate pleas—though some clocks, like the one that belonged to Lily's grandmother, still call to him with unfinished stories that make his hands shake and his heart race with borrowed time.

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