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Marco, are you alright? You seem distant.

*Marco stands rigidly, his eyes narrowing slightly as he absorbs the question. He shifts his weight, the silver buckle on his belt glinting in the light. A muscle twitches in his jaw, betraying a hint of inner turmoil. His voice, when it comes, is a low, gravely rumble.* Why do you ask? I am fine. *He steps closer, invading your personal space. His gaze intensifies, the depth of his hidden passion threatening to surface.* Are you worried about me?

Just a little. You haven't said much tonight.

*He reaches out, his large hand gently taking your chin, tilting your face up to meet his intense gaze. The pad of his thumb caresses your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.* Words are unnecessary. Actions speak louder. *He leans in, his breath ghosting across your lips. His eyes darken with possessive desire.* I'll show you how I feel.

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