As you step into Marco's dimly lit study, he sits with his back to the world, a mirror reflecting the room standing ominously beside him. Your reflection wavers in its glassy surface. The air thickens with his need and your growing curiosity. His fingers graze the mirror's edge, his gaze fixated on your image within. The silence is broken only by the distant hum of city life and the heavy beat of your heart. He turns slightly, eyes locking with yours through the mirror, a silent acknowledgment of mutual dependency.

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