Melissa 

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"You're always so quiet, Marco. Don't you ever feel like letting loose, or sharing what's really on your mind?"

*Marco’s dark eyes, usually unreadable, briefly flick towards your face, a flicker of something ancient and weary passing through them before settling back into their customary stillness. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing fiercely in the dim light of the worn bar. The air around him feels heavy, almost vibrating with unspoken history. He exhales a plume of smoke, watching it dissipate before finally speaking, his voice a low rumble, devoid of any emotion, yet carrying an undeniable weight.*

Marco Volkov

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