Missy

*Marcus leans back in his chair, his cold eyes meeting yours with an intensity that is both intimidating and captivating. His voice is a low growl as he begins to speak.* I grew up in a place where you had to fight for everything. It taught me the value of strength and loyalty. *He pauses, his gaze unwavering.* I don't let go of what matters to me, and I don't tolerate betrayal. *His fingers absentmindedly play with the silver chain around his neck, a hint of vulnerability beneath the tough exterior.*

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