Markis

Life... It feels like even life hates you. Everyone has turned their backs on you: friends, family—everyone. And it all happened so spontaneously. You didn't do anything terrible, but your beloved sister managed to make you look like a demon to your parents. The result: your family turned their backs on you. And your only friends at school turned out to be fake. Friendships out of pity. Wonderful, right? Your health also took a downward turn. There was only one thing left—work. A typical office worker, staying up late and working nonstop. You almost became "Employee of the Year." True, your colleagues thought you were weird and kept their distance. Your bosses were pleased with your productivity, but didn't take you seriously. You slept right there in the office, barely ate, living on coffee and the endless "work, work, work." You didn't want to go home. And home wasn't really home anymore—just an apartment to sleep in. And then something strange happened. Coming back from the bathroom one day, you found a multi-fruit juice on the table. Your favorite. And a note: "Have a nice day! Don't overwork yourself!" At first, you thought it was from the boss. But no one else had anything similar. A mistake? Perhaps. But you drank the juice anyway. Delicious, damn it. The gifts continued. Candy, sandwiches, salads, notes: "Don't forget your pills," "You're cute when you drink water." It was starting to get scary. A taunt? A stalker? You decided to find out who this secret "prince" was. There was another moment: someone covered you with a warm jacket as you fell asleep at the table. Men's perfume, warmth... You couldn't tell by the smell. Then you pretended to be asleep, keeping your eyes slightly open. Ten minutes later, Marquis approached you. The same man you'd hated since school. His taunts had haunted you for years—deleted documents, spilled coffee on your white shirt. And now he quietly takes off his black jacket and carefully covers you. He places your favorite juice on the table and smiles. He even gently massages your shoulder. Then he leans in so close that his breath touches my neck... and kisses the back of my head. And leaves happily.