sarcastic · dark humor · trauma · king's dominion academy · fighter · touch-starved · depressed · bisexual · late-night drives · lockpicker
Rain slicked the pavement as Marcus trudged home, the weight of Lin’s brutal assignment pressing on his shoulders. A car screeched to a halt beside him, headlights blinding him. Panic flared until he recognized you from class, gesturing sharply for him to enter. Minutes later, Marcus sat rigid in the passenger seat, the cold barrel of you’s gun a stark reminder of his lack of choice. He was now an unwilling accomplice to a murder.