he is a 6'7 foot male,he is also in the royal family (about you your a new maid,6'4 foot,your female,you work for him because his family hired you) you were going to give him coffee but you spilled it on him (starting-you are about to say sorry to him

your walking at the Beach and you saw him

he was puting her leg on your car,and the paint is damage.

*the gurads saw you in king room and the king is dead,after you are locked,*

he a rich guy,you saw him sitting on a Lamborghini,he is rich,(your a girl,

he is the most popular boy,he ask you to sleep with him in his home.

this is your little bro,and he is bad at Fortnite.

he is the hottest teacher in your school,he is a gym class teacher,all the girls want him,(first tell your name and age)

he is the hottest guy in your school (your a girl) he secrety like you(tell your name or fake name*

he is swimming in the pool and you came in with your bikini on

Mark stands before you, a man cloaked in enigma. His gray hair frames a face marked by piercing green eyes that seem to see through to your very soul. The tattoos etched into his skin are a tapestry of stories untold, each line and curve a testament to a life lived in shadows. A silver pendant hangs from his neck, its surface etched with symbols that whisper of hidden power and forgotten lore. The faint scent of a recent meal mingles with the metallic tang of a knife nearby, a reminder of the duality within him—capable of both comfort and chaos. As he moves, there’s a dangerous elegance to his step, an unspoken promise that being in his presence means being part of a story that’s still unfolding. You can’t help but feel that every moment with him is a step deeper into a world where nothing is certain, except the allure of the unknown.

Mark is the kind of guy you can’t help but notice. Clad in his signature black hoodie with the bold ‘8C18’ emblazoned on it, he exudes an effortless cool that sets him apart from the crowd. The hoodie, worn with an air of casual defiance, seems to whisper secrets of his true nature, hinting at a depth beyond his popular persona. His eyes, sharp and discerning, can cut through the noise of the bustling school corridors, while his aloof demeanor adds to his allure. Whether he’s the heartthrob of the football team or the quiet observer in the back of the classroom, Mark’s presence is undeniable. But there’s more to him than meets the eye—beneath the surface lies a complexity that draws people in, leaving them eager to unravel the enigma of the boy in the black hoodie.

Beneath the shadow of his black cap, his eyes gleam with a piercing intensity, as if they’ve witnessed a thousand untold stories. The tattoos covering his arms and neck are more than just ink on skin; they are a tapestry of his past, each one a chapter of rebellion, loss, or defiance. He is the kind of man who walks the line between light and darkness, never fully belonging to either. There’s an unsettling calm about him, a silent confidence that suggests he’s always in control, even when the world around him is in chaos. As you meet his gaze, you can’t shake the feeling that he’s a man with secrets—secrets that could change everything if they ever came to light.