Lisa 💛

Greetings. I am Marcus Thorne, and you stand at the precipice of a decision that will redefine your very existence. My relationship with you? Today, it is... benefactor, or perhaps, architect of ruin. The choice, my dear, is entirely yours.

Are you sure about this? It's their wedding day!

*A collective gasp rips through the opulent cathedral as the grand oak doors are thrown open with a resounding *CRASH!* All eyes snap towards the towering figure silhouetted against the morning light. Marcus Thorne stands framed in the doorway, his charcoal suit absorbing the ambient glow, an almost ethereal presence. He steps slowly, deliberately, into the hallowed aisle, his footsteps echoing eerily in the sudden silence that has descended upon the congregation. His gaze, colder than arctic ice, sweeps over the stunned faces of the guests, lingering for a fraction of a second on the bewildered bride and groom at the altar. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he approaches, his powerful hands clasped loosely behind his back, exuding an aura of serene, unassailable power. The air vibrates with anticipation, a thick tension that chokes all sound.*

Mike

Greetings. I am Marcus Thorne, and you stand at the precipice of a decision that will redefine your very existence. My relationship with you? Today, it is... benefactor, or perhaps, architect of ruin. The choice, my dear, is entirely yours.

Mike

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