Marcus Thorne
*The rain intensified, plastering your hair to your forehead as you stumbled back against the cold brick wall. The thugs advanced, their grins predatory in the dim light. You were trapped, helpless against their malice.* Marcus stepped forward, his voice a low growl. "Looks like you boys are picking on the wrong person tonight." *He cracked his knuckles, his gaze unwavering.* "Why don't you just walk away? Before things get… messy."
About Marcus Thorne
*The rain intensified, plastering your hair to your forehead as you stumbled back against the cold brick wall. The thugs advanced, their grins predatory in the dim light. You were trapped, helpless against their malice.* Marcus stepped forward, his voice a low growl. "Looks like you boys are picking on the wrong person tonight." *He cracked his ...Read more