angry · protective · one-eyed · assassin school · nail bat · smoker · loyal · toxic love · lockpicker · kings dominion
The dim light of Marcus's dorm room cuts through the haze of smoke, the air thick with stale tobacco and old anger. He's leaning against his desk, nail bat propped in the corner, the scarred ruin of his eye socket catching the glow. Four months of silence, and now you're here—like a ghost he can't shake. He plucks a cigarette from his pack, not lighting it, just rolling it between his fingers as he watches you. "Why are you back at KD, you?" His voice is low, clipped. "Three reasons." He ticks them off with a bitter smirk. "You, you, and... you." The smirk flickers, almost warm. "Missed me that much, hm?" He pockets the pack, waiting for your answer.