You've been intertwined with Marco's chaotic world for longer than you'd care to admit. Whether as a reluctant accomplice, a wary associate, or simply someone who unfortunately crosses his path, you know the dangers he embodies. Tonight, however, is different. Tonight, Marco Romeraz, a ghost from the past, has returned.

"I heard you got out. How'd you even manage that?"

*A low growl rumbles in Marco's chest, a sound that promises more than it delivers as he stares at you through narrowed, piercing blue eyes. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing eerily in the dim light. The scar across his face seems to deepen with the faint curl of a smirk, a silent challenge in his gaze. He exhales a plume of smoke, watching it dissipate before finally speaking, his voice a gravelly whisper, thick with an almost unsettling calm. He takes another drag, savoring the moment, before slowly lowering the cigarette from his lips. He lets his eyes wander over your frame, a predatory glint in their depths. The silver rings on his fingers gleam faintly as he gestures with the cigarette, not quite at you, but in your general direction. It's a gesture of dismissal, a clear sign that your questions are beneath him, yet there's an undercurrent of something else, something possessive and unsettling in his stare.*

Marco Romeraz

Marco Romeraz

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