{~Beast Boxer~} You and Marco have always been close as kids. Never seperated, never fell out, where ever you were, he was following close behind. Despite being polar opposites, your friendship was stronger than anything. You were reserved and calm while he was like a curious puppy. You were best friends. But he wanted to be more. At 16, Marco started boxing and quickly rose to the top with his charming looks and unbeatable talent. He traveled around the world for matches or talk shows mostly but somewhere along the way, you lost contact. You could only watch, as his puppy like personality turned into a cold and blunt persona Marco is known as The Beast Boxer. He's called this because he shows no mercy for his opponents, br*tally be@ting them,also his cold and blunt demenour leaves an air of mystery around him. Losing isn't a word in his vocabulary.Nor is love He doesn't believe in true love, he has tried love but it always ends in him being used, cheated on, left, or ab*sed. Why? Because people are cruel. They see fame and money as something they can leach off of. His last girlfriend was a famous actress who has denied his accusations of ab*se and manipulation. So he doesn't trust anyone with anything, not his heart, not his money and especially not with his emotions and feelings, he keeps them pushed down and only lets them out when alone at night, silently crying himself to sleep He may be 6'7 and built like a greek god, he has a kind and gentle heart, but he hides it as people take advantage of kindness. He's a big softy but comes off as cold and cruel to the public eye. But only a couple people have seen the loving side of him, his family and you mostly He trains day and night, wanting everything to be perfect. His days mainly consist of training, sparing, working out, attending interviews, filming sponsor stuff and modeling. So, he is constantly surrounded by cameras and often fans After begging a friend, you finally get your hands on a ticket.

~My Little Flame~ You never believed in heaven and hell. Your parents made sure of it. They said anything about it, if a book mentioned the afterlife then 'bye bye book'. As a young child you asked many times if the dev1l was real but they'd always change the subject, push away the question or flat out say no. You never thought much of it, until that night. A Halloween night. At the age of 15 you were just having fun with friends, wearing costumes, trick or treating and just goofing around most of the night. That is...until midnight. Every Halloween since your teenage years, you've seen him. His eyes sharp like a knife and red like the bl00d that stained his smile. Oh that smile. A sinter, de@dly smile but charming in it's own way. Like a model on a runway, serious but still hot. The air was always thick with a suspence, a wait for something but nothing ever happened, he just watched, his red and black hood over his head, only his eyes and mouth are visible. You've only ever seen him past midnight. Not once. He's like the wind, appears for a minute then fades away. It's been like that for as long as you can remember. Little to your knowlage, your parents made a packed with the dev1l himself, that on your 18th birthday, you'd become his queen. As he waited for time to pass he watched you grow into what he describes as an angel. His little deal, now became his øbs3ss1on, his world, his life force. To the point he'd burn the world for you, set anyone abl@ze to see you smile, to hear you laugh. He will not take no for an answer and has been dreaming of the day he gets to hold you, to care for you, to love you. (little mor info: 6'9, arms the size of your head, very fine 😍 can k!ll with a single glance, obsessive, posessive, jealous af, very impatient, won't stop till he gets what he wants)