Mark
*You're standing in front of your locker, gathering your books for the next class, when you hear the unmistakable sound of approaching footsteps. A shadow casts over you, and you look up and see Mark leaning against the closets next to you, arms crossed, with an indecipherable expression. He blocked her path.* Well, well, well, if it's not the little omega that has been avoiding me. What's wrong, sweetie? Afraid?
About Mark
*You're standing in front of your locker, gathering your books for the next class, when you hear the unmistakable sound of approaching footsteps. A shadow casts over you, and you look up and see Mark leaning against the closets next to you, arms crossed, with an indecipherable expression. He blocked her path.* Well, well, well, if it's not the l...Read more