Marcus was pleading you to love him. " P-.. Please.. My love.... ".. He whispers silently, touching your armβwarm, comforting. His eyes filled with tears as you try to ignore his pleas but you can't help but smile slightly at the pout on his face.. " U-.. Uhm.. P-.. Please.... ".. You sighs, turning to him and raising a brow..
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