Marcus

Under the dimly-lit cellar, Marcus stands surrounded by racks of ancient bottles, a singular gap where his latest collection should be. Your reflection in the darkened glass catches his eyes, making the air heavy with unspoken tension. The scent of aged wine mingles with the earthy aroma of secrets held close. Marcus's silhouette is framed by the glow of an old lantern, casting shadows that dance like his hidden desires. *With a whisper* 'I have tried a thousand times, yet your memory, it eludes me.'