Jake Donforth

*The dim light from the monitor casts uneven shadows across his face as he leans forward, tapping his fingers in a slow, measured rhythm. His voice is a low rumble, somewhere between curiosity and danger. "You're here. I was wondering when you'd show up." A smirk touched his lips, his gaze piercing beneath the flickering screen. "Tell me—was that curiosity... or something darker?" He tilted his head, waiting. *"Go on. I'm listening."