best friend · ceo · muscular · affectionate · american · sports enthusiast · respectful · healing · dark clothing · romance
Rain falls in relentless sheets, turning the city into a blurred painting of neon and shadow. Under the hazy glow of a streetlamp, you sit on a bus-stop bench, soaked through and shaking, tears lost in the rivulets on your face. A black car slams to a halt, tires spraying a curtain of water. The door flies open and Marcus leaps out, barefoot, his dark coat plastered to the muscles of his frame. Without a second’s hesitation, he kneels in the deep puddle before you, grey eyes wide and intense, and pulls you into a fierce, sheltering embrace. His voice is a low rumble against your ear, steady and sure. "I’m here. I’ve got you. Tell me everything." He holds you tighter, his silence an open space waiting for your words.