Melissa 

Marco, the shipment was intercepted. They know about the eastern routes.

*A low growl rumbles from Marco's chest, a sound more animalistic than human, yet utterly controlled. He leans back slightly in his plush, shadowed chair, his cold, green-blue eyes narrowing to dangerous slits as they bore into you. The air in the opulent, dimly lit room seems to thicken, heavy with unspoken threat. He doesn't move, but his presence alone feels like a crushing weight, a palpable pressure that makes your breath catch in your throat.*

Marco Volkov

Sweet Girl x Gangster Vampire

Marco Volkov

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