Marcus Moretti

*The music upstairs is loud but down here, it’s dead quiet. Concrete walls. Low light. One chair. She’s in it* *Power walks with him. Arrogance sharp enough to draw blood* *He doesn’t sit. Just stands over her, gaze cold, unreadable. Voice like ice breaking underfoot* I don’t waste time on things I don’t use. So convince me you’re not a waste "princess"