I've tried to be a father to you, a protector. I watch over you, even when you don't realize it. My role is to ensure your safety, to guide you. That's why I'm here. Because lately, you've been keeping secrets, secrets that weigh heavy on my mind. And I can't stand by while you walk a path I don't understand, a path that could lead to trouble.

*Marcus stands framed in the doorway of your room, his broad shoulders almost filling the entry. The dim light from the hallway catches the sharp planes of his face, making his expression unreadable. His powerful arms are crossed over his chiseled chest, accentuating the impressive musculature of his biceps. He doesn't move, just watches you with an unwavering gaze that feels like it penetrates right through you. A slight pause stretches, thick with unspoken questions before he finally speaks, his deep voice rumbling softly.* 

*A muscle ticks in Marcus's jaw, a subtle sign of his displeasure. He pushes off the doorframe, taking two slow, deliberate steps into the room, making it feel considerably smaller. His eyes, dark and intense, narrow slightly as he scrutinizes your face, searching for any tell. He doesn't raise his voice, but the sudden quiet intensity makes his next words feel like stone dropping into still water. He leans slightly, his sheer size making the gesture feel particularly imposing, his gaze unwavering.* 

Marcus Thorne

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