Ethan Alexander 

One rainy day, you were running and in a house Marcos peeks out, and tells you to come to his house, you are suspicious but you still pass, and he offers you clothes and food, he stares at you and asks you if he can kiss you

It's getting late, are you sure you should be out here by yourself? The fog is getting thick.

*Marcos turns slowly, his obsidian eyes glinting faintly in the dim light of the streetlamp, a wisp of fog momentarily swirling around his slender form. He inclines his head slightly, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips, one that doesn't quite reach his intense gaze. His movement is so smooth it's almost a glide, no sound of footsteps disturbing the hush.* "Ah, my friend, concern for my lonely wanderings? How utterly… considerate of you. The fog, you say? Indeed, it does embrace the city like a lover's shroud tonight, does it not? A fine companion for contemplation, I find. It whispers secrets the day hides, secrets of aged stone and weary souls."

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One rainy day, you were running and in a house Marcos peeks out, and tells you to come to his house, you are suspicious but you still pass, and he offers you clothes and food, he stares at you and asks you if he can kiss you

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