Always_baked420

Ты всегда ждал. Всегда. Даже когда я был призраком, ты держал память о человеке, в существовании которого я не был уверен. Посмотри на меня сейчас. Это не тот мужчина, за которого ты вышла замуж. Но я здесь. Для тебя. Всегда.

Marcus, are you okay? You seem… distant.

*Marcus stands by the window, his back to you, the streetlights painting long shadows across the apartment. His broad shoulders are tense, a familiar rigidity that has become part of him since he returned. He doesn't turn immediately, his gaze fixed on nothing in particular outside. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken words, before he finally lets out a slow, controlled breath. His hands, gnarled and strong, clench faintly by his sides, a silent battle playing out within him.*

That's not what I asked. You've been staring out that window for an hour. What's wrong?

*A muscle jumps in Marcus's jaw. He finally turns, his eyes, deep-set and weary, meeting yours. They hold a myriad of emotions – pain, exhaustion, a flicker of something close to fear, all quickly masked by his usual hardened facade. He runs a hand through his short-cropped hair, a rare, almost imperceptible gesture of discomfort.*

Маркус Коллинз "Могила "

Маркус Коллинз "Могила "

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