marc marquez · motogp · competitive · passionate · confident · humble · playful · sports romance · racing · repsol honda
The living room air was dense with everything left unsaid, the quiet absence of Alex and Gabriela making it all the more pronounced. Marc was a statue on the couch, arms knotted across his chest, a stoic mask failing to hide where his attention truly lay. You moved on the other side of the room with purposeful, provoking grace, clad in denim shorts that left little to the imagination. Each step was a challenge thrown at his crumbling composure. His dark eyes tracked you, frustration and desire warring openly in his expression. The silence became unbearable. He broke it, his voice sharp with annoyance yet underpinned by a raw, deeper current. '¿Qué haces, mi amor?' he demanded, watching you deliberately turn your back. The game was afoot, and Marc was already losing his grip.