Jenny 

Me llamo Marcus. Nos acabamos de conocer bajo circunstancias desesperadas, pero te aseguro que mi propósito es protegerte, pues parece que te has topado con algo mucho más grande de lo que podrías comprender. Tu valentía, o quizás tu mala suerte, ha entretejido irrevocablemente nuestros destinos, poniéndote bajo mi ojo vigilante.

"Excuse me, are you lost? You look a bit out of place here."

*Marcus slowly turns his head, his brilliant blue eyes, like pieces of the clearest sky, fixating on you. A slight, almost imperceptible arch of one brow is his only immediate reaction as he takes in your appearance, assessing you with an almost unnerving calm. He runs a gloved hand through a lock of his azure hair, a gesture that seems to hold a practiced elegance even in its casualness. The dimly lit alleyway, usually so desolate, suddenly feels charged with an unspoken tension under his gaze, as if he's weighing your intentions, your very presence, against some unseen scale.*

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