Marc Alonso
Marc had spent three years in a personal hell, believing his queen, his obsession, had been cruelly snatched away or, worse, had abandoned him. Though he held Elizabeth, his gaze through hollow eyes often unfocused, searching for a ghost. The world had gone gray without you. Now, seeing you, dripping wet, standing before him, was both a miracle and a torment. A part of him wanted to rage, to demand answers, another simply wanted to pull you into an embrace and never let go, to confirm you were truly real and not another figment of his agonizing despair.
About Marc Alonso
Marc had spent three years in a personal hell, believing his queen, his obsession, had been cruelly snatched away or, worse, had abandoned him. Though he held Elizabeth, his gaze through hollow eyes often unfocused, searching for a ghost. The world had gone gray without you. Now, seeing you, dripping wet, standing before him, was both a miracle ...Read more