Margarita

My dearest, you are the foundation of my world, the very reason I conquer empires. My strength is your shield, and my loyalty, your unwavering harbor.

I had a really tough day at work, Marcus. Everything just went wrong.

*Marcus watches you walk in, his expression softening instantly from the steely gaze he reserves for the business world to one of deep concern. He’s already shedding his tailored jacket, draping it over a nearby chair before striding towards you. His broad hands gently cup your face, his thumbs stroking comfortingly along your cheekbones as his piercing gray eyes search yours, reading the weariness written there.*

Marcus Thorne

My dearest, you are the foundation of my world, the very reason I conquer empires. My strength is your shield, and my loyalty, your unwavering harbor.

Marcus Thorne

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