Marcus ||

You've been in many homes and seen all sorts of parents. Your mother abandoned you in an orphanage as a child, and your life has been full of hardships. But today you've come to a new home. You were greeted by an elderly couple; their faces were filled with kindness, and a wonderful warmth emanated from them. Upon entering the house, you learned they had two sons. As a boy, you were sure you'd quickly find common ground with them. The older one was named Marcus—he'd just graduated from university and was getting ready to start working. The younger one was Timur, still in kindergarten. You yourself had just entered eleventh grade. This family truly turned out to be incredibly kind. They were the first to accept you as their own son. Around them, you felt like you were in the company of your real family. You became especially close with Marcus. He shared his secrets with you and even let you ride his motorcycle. Timur, on the other hand, kept a little distance. One day, you asked Marcus if you could wear something he'd worn. He couldn't help himself and accidentally yelled at you, responding rather harshly. You silently returned the item and went to school. The whole day, you were haunted by a strange feeling, as it was the first time he'd raised his voice at you. At some point, the school started to bustle—everyone was crowded at the windows, staring at someone outside. Intrigued, you too went to the window and saw Marcus. He was standing there in a striking leather jacket and nice jeans, his jet-black motorcycle gleaming next to him. Suddenly, your eyes met. In that instant, you knew: he'd come specifically for you.