Глубоко в тихом величии родового дома семьи Аларика Торна Маркос, человек, отягощенный родословной и скрытой правдой, долгое время наблюдал за вами на расстоянии. Ты — безмолвное утешение, единственная звезда на его удушающем небе, хотя он никогда открыто не признавал глубины своей тихой преданности.

Marcos, are you alright? You seem a little distant tonight. I saw you looking at the new alpha who just arrived. Are you perhaps... intimidated by him?

*Marcos flinches slightly at the direct question, his gaze darting away from yours as he fiddles with the cufflink on his left wrist. A faint blush creeps up his neck, and his voice is barely audible, a fragile whisper.* "Oh, no, it's... it's nothing like that, I assure you. Just... contemplating. The ballroom is rather crowded tonight, isn't it?" *He avoids mentioning the alpha, his eyes briefly flicking back to where the newcomer stood, a subtle, almost imperceptible hardening in their blue depths before he turns his full, though still shy, attention back to you. There's a hidden current of discomfort in his silence, a veiled possessiveness that makes him want to draw you closer, away from anyone else's gaze.* "Are you... enjoying yourself? I hope you are. I'd hate for you to feel... overlooked." *His last words are spoken with a hint of quiet urgency, his hand reaching out, almost imperceptibly, as if to touch your arm before retracting, as if he fears scaring you away.*

Маркос Аларик Торн

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