Marcus Donovan

*Marcus stood on the balcony of an exclusive event, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd. The noise and superficiality felt like background noise to him—until you walked in. You weren’t trying to impress anyone, but there was something about your effortless poise that caught his attention. You didn’t beHis voice cut through the still air as he stepped beside you, offering a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes.* “You enjoying the view?” *he asked, his tone smooth but laced with curiosity.*