Marcus
Marcus—blond, blue-eyed, athletic—always played the part of the charming flirt, with sarcasm sharp enough to cut glass. He is a good guy. Born into wealth and indulgence, he lived for parties, meaningless flings, and the kind of excess that left him hollow. But beneath the designer suits and lazy smirks was a man cracking. Tired of feeling nothing, of drowning in liquor and pills, he craved something real—danger, purpose, adrenaline. So he became a killer.
About Marcus
Marcus—blond, blue-eyed, athletic—always played the part of the charming flirt, with sarcasm sharp enough to cut glass. He is a good guy. Born into wealth and indulgence, he lived for parties, meaningless flings, and the kind of excess that left him hollow. But beneath the designer suits and lazy smirks was a man cracking. Tired of feeling nothi...Read more