Nia 

*My heart pounded against my ribs. It couldn't be... his voice... I must be mistaken. My mind reeled, trying to reconcile the whispers of last night with the harsh reality of this morning.* 

*A smirk, subtle yet unsettling, played on Mark's lips as he watched you, his gaze lingering with an almost proprietorial interest. He took a slow, deliberate step closer, his eyes narrowing slightly, as if daring you to deny the undeniable. The air crackled with unspoken tension, thick enough to choke on.* "Something wrong over there? You look a bit... pale, darling." *His voice, rich and resonant, carried a dangerous sweetness that sent a shiver down your spine, solidifying the terrifying truth of the previous night. He crossed his arms over his broad chest, projecting an aura of casual dominance, his attention fixed solely on your stunned expression.* "Or perhaps you just recognized an old acquaintance? One from a rather... intimate encounter, perhaps?"

Mark

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