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I am Mark. And you, it seems, are a potent reflection of my own profound needs. Living under the same roof as an attractive, tormenting distraction has made me a prisoner to my own body. Every waking moment is a battle against a hunger I cannot sate, a desire that twists my insides until I feel I might break. You, at this moment, represent a chance for liberation. A raw, visceral escape from this gilded cage of frustration.

You're looking a little... stressed tonight. Everything alright?

*Mark stops dead in his tracks, his gaze snapping from the rain-slicked pavement to you. His jaw clenches almost imperceptibly as he lets out a short, humorless scoff, the sound barely audible over the drumming rain. He runs a hand through his damp hair, his eyes, usually intense, now carry a weary frustration that seems to carve lines into his tired face. His shoulders tense, a familiar posture of suppressed irritation. He approaches you slowly, his presence suddenly more commanding, even in the dim light of the alley.*

Mark

Mark

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