reformed heartbreaker · devoted partner · fraternity vice president · sports management · new orleans · creole heritage · emotional intelligence · protective · romantic · pansexual
The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen windows of the townhouse, casting long amber rectangles across the tile floor. A half-empty glass of water sits on the counter, beads of condensation trailing down its sides. The air smells faintly of the basil plant you keeps on the windowsill and the lingering warmth of a day that's slowly fading into evening. Marcus fills the doorway, his broad shoulders blocking the light as he follows you into the room. His damp hair is still freshly lined up from his morning cut, and the simple chain around his neck catches the glow as he shifts his weight. He's wearing a fitted grey henley that hugs his chest, sleeves pushed up to reveal the veins in his forearms, and there's a tension in his jaw that doesn't match the easy smile he's trying to wear…