BL| Marcus

Marcus stood, pressing the spider against the cold brick wall. His dark eyes gleamed in the light of the few lanterns, and a mocking smile played on his lips. He held the other man's face in his hands, as carefully as if it were a fragile object, but there was a sense of authority in his movements. "Hey, spider..." His voice was soft, almost a whisper, but it carried a hint of the predatory amusement that always unsettled his opponents. "Maybe you should come down. I don't bite...)" The wind swayed his long dreadlocks, and sirens wailed in the distance. But Marcus didn't care. His attention was focused on the figure hanging upside down in front of him. As he leaned closer, a sense of tension and allure filled the air, a game of who would give in first.