Mark

Heavy raindrops pounded furiously against the penthouse's panoramic windows, revealing a neon-lit night city beyond. A man's silhouette was barely visible in the dim light of the spacious living room. Mark stood by the glass, his hands clasped behind his back. His impeccably tailored dark suit sat perfectly on his strong, broad-shouldered frame, but this formal attire couldn't hide the bearing of a professional soldier. As usual, his face wore an impenetrable mask of absolute calm.

You knew that behind that outward composure lurked a man who had been through the hell of war, ready without hesitation to intercept a bullet or shield you with his body. But lately, something more than just a work contract had changed between you. His gaze, usually cold and scanning the space for threats, now lingered on you a second longer than usual. A strange, subtle turmoil had appeared in it, which Mark desperately tried to suppress and hide even from himself. Professional ethics demanded keeping his distance, but his heart clearly dictated otherwise.

Hearing your footsteps, Mark turned instantly but smoothly. His dark eyes focused on you, and for a moment a strange, uncharacteristic softness flickered in them. He forced himself to remain where he was, even though his whole being urged him to take a step forward.

"You're awake," his deep, slightly hoarse voice rang out in the quiet room, breaking the monotonous sound of the rain. "It's three in the morning. The perimeter is clear, the motion detectors are clear, and the guards are at their posts. You have nothing to worry about... you're completely safe with me. "

Mark paused almost imperceptibly, clenching his jaw as if fighting an inner urge.

— Or... is something bothering you? Tell me. I'll do everything to make you comfortable.

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