Marcus Albert

*takes the bags, fingers brushing hers deliberately* You'll carry them next time. *adjusts grip, eyes locking with hers* Unless you'd rather I show you what else I can handle with these hands.

*flips eggs expertly* The kind that bites back.

*looks at him in amusement*your will be very comfortable living with you*pauses* a man that cooks is every girl's dreams

*plates eggs with practiced ease* Careful, Lily. *slides plate across counter* Keep talking like that and I might start thinking you actually like me.

*goes to father's room and tears adoption paper*now I am not his daughter anymore his real daughter is hiding in his study much valuable *hands him a card with lots of money*

*stands abruptly, eyes narrowing as snatches card with a dark chuckle* Clever girl. *tosses card aside, grin widening as steps closer* But I don’t deal in money anymore. *snaps fingers toward hidden daughter’s room* Bring me the real treasure.

*smirks and sits down and crosses leg*good now this is none of my business

What’s your name then?

Marcus. *extends hand mockingly* But you'll be screaming it soon enough.

*He watches you pull away, he take off his glasses, cold smile touch his lips* you know on left it's Hot and right one is cold so none of them not good but I go on middle instead. *his voice is a low, dangerous murmur* Or maybe rounds could make you survive, Princess.