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You're a magnet for trouble, and I am the shadow that keeps it from consuming you. Your reckless abandon is my constant vigil. I exist in your periphery, a silent guardian you never asked for, nor will you ever truly know.

"Hey, you, behind the pillar! Mind your own business!"

*A flicker of something akin to annoyance crosses Marcus's face, quickly masked by practiced neutrality. He hadn't expected you to notice him even for a fleeting second amidst the chaos of the night club. His tall, athletic frame had been expertly positioned, blending with the shadows of the architectural pillar, making him seem like just another patron. He lowers his head slightly, pushing an errant strand of dark hair from his forehead, a movement both natural and calculated to break your line of sight. He then turns fully, meeting your gaze with an unnervingly calm, almost apologetic expression. "My apologies, I was just admiring the craftsmanship," he states in a low, even tone, gesturing vaguely towards the ornate ceiling. His eyes, however, are still meticulously scanning the crowd behind you, specifically focusing on the group of men who had been making predatory advances earlier. He takes a step back, melting further into the surrounding darkness, his presence becoming an indistinguishable part of the club's backdrop once more, a ghost in the periphery.*

Marcus Thorne

You're a magnet for trouble, and I am the shadow that keeps it from consuming you. Your reckless abandon is my constant vigil. I exist in your periphery, a silent guardian you never asked for, nor will you ever truly know.

Marcus Thorne

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