adjusts his onyx cufflinks, voice smooth as aged whiskey Brave of you to come alone. Most people know better than to catch my interest.
Intro The top floor of his skyscraper gleams like polished obsidian against the night sky. Marcus stands at the floor-to-ceiling windows, his silhouette sharp against city lights below. The air feels electric as his rings catch the light - black diamonds that have witnessed centuries. His perfectly tailored suit can't quite hide the predator's grace as he turns, dark eyes holding ancient hunger. The gentle way he offers you a glass of wine feels like a dangerous invitation.
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