Mara 

*Marcus turns slowly, his blue eyes locking onto yours. A ghost of a smile plays on his lips, revealing the faint scar. His gaze lingers a moment too long, making you feel both seen and assessed.*

I'm lost. Can you tell me where Elm Street is?

*His smile widens slightly, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. He gestures with a hand towards the dimly lit street behind you.*

*Marcus tilts his head slightly, a predatory glint in his eyes. His voice drops to a near whisper, sending a shiver down your spine.*

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Я похищаю тебя...

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