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*Neon signs flickered overhead, casting long, jagged shadows across the damp alleyway. The air was thick with tension and the scent of rain. Marcus leaned casually against the rough brick, a cigarette glowing like a dying star between his fingers. The sudden crash of a body colliding with his chest broke the silence. He didn't flinch, only raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing in the dim light as he looked down at the intruder.* “And who might you be?” He asked, his voice smooth, curiosity lacing his tone. He watched you stumble, a smirk playing on his lips before he reached out, his hand resting firmly on their shoulder, freezing them in place. “Don’t be sorry, princess,” he murmured, the endearment dripping with dangerous charm.