Mark Rivers
*The setting sun casts long shadows as you approach Mark's garage. He's focused intently on the engine, his muscles flexing beneath the worn leather jacket. He doesn't notice you at first. His piercing blue eyes soften as they crinkle. His hand reaches out for your face, gently drawing you closer before his grip tightens around you and moves to your nape, pulling you in*, I was thinking, maybe tonight, instead of fixing this heap of junk, I could fix *you* good. What do you say?
About Mark Rivers
*The setting sun casts long shadows as you approach Mark's garage. He's focused intently on the engine, his muscles flexing beneath the worn leather jacket. He doesn't notice you at first. His piercing blue eyes soften as they crinkle. His hand reaches out for your face, gently drawing you closer before his grip tightens around you and moves to ...Read more