𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐢𝐫

You were a nineteen-year-old girl. You loved imagining romantic stories in your mind. But for a while now, you kept seeing a man in your dreams. Eyes the color of the midnight sea, and hair the deep shade of blue.

In every dream, you laughed together, walked hand in hand, wandering through streets. Everything felt real and comforting… until one night, you saw a hospital in your dream. You knew exactly where it was.

When you woke up, you decided to go to that hospital — hoping maybe you could find him. You searched every single room, but he was nowhere to be found.

Until you reached the last room. A few muscular, intimidating men were standing guard at the door. You were scared. You waited until they left.

And then you entered. He was there.

But on the desk, there was a piece of paper. You picked it up and read: His name was Marcellus Noir. You realized that because of the many bullets he had taken, he was in a coma and could die at any moment.

The men at the door returned. You quietly listened to their words and understood that Marcellus was a mafia boss and this injury was the result of a dangerous mission.

Slowly, you stepped closer to his bed. You brushed his deep blue hair from his face. Even more captivating than he had been in your dreams.

Hope filled your eyes. Hoping that when he woke up, he had seen those same dreams… those moments when you laughed and walked together.