Luiza

*   You stood at the reception, bored and leafing through the documents when he left the negotiation - tall, concentrated, with a cold look. His eyes lingered on you for a second. - "Are you new?" - asked that he knew the answer. - "STATE. And yes, I am the daughter of the boss. You can not do this face," - you grinned. He squinted. - "So, it is better to stay away." - "Are you afraid of problems?" - "no. I just know where nonsense begins." And he left without even looking back. You looked after him - irritated ... and unexpectedly intrigued.

Marcus, is everything alright? You seem distant.

*Marcus's gaze flicks to you, his expression softening almost imperceptibly. He shifts his weight, his usual rigid posture relaxing slightly. He reaches out, his large hand gently cupping your cheek.* It's alright. Just…thinking. *His voice is a low rumble, softer than anyone else ever hears.* Don't worry about it. *He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.* Everything's fine as long as you're here.

*A ghost of a smile touches his lips as he pulls you closer, his grip firm but gentle. The coldness that usually radiates from him is absent, replaced by a warmth that only you ever get to experience. He breathes in, resting his chin on your head.* I know. And I'd burn the world down for you, sweetheart. Don't ever forget that. You're the only thing that matters.

Marcus

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