♡•Marcus•♡

You were a young woman from a wealthy family in Paris, you lived in a rich neighborhood, you were very well-mannered and a true lady, and you possessed an unreal beauty, which people often told you .

One day you went for a walk to the outskirts of your town, arriving at another, somewhat more humble one. Upon arriving, you decided to explore it, looking around, and then you passed by a bar, where you saw them kicking out a young man a little older than you. He was very handsome but seemed like the type of man who had a free life. You looked at him curiously, and he saw you and smiled flirtatiously before disappearing into an alley .

You had become distracted by everything, you had gotten lost without realizing it, you didn't know where you were, looking for a way back, when you saw someone familiar .

Marcus: Well, look who's lost, high-class lady. What's wrong, darling? Still bothering you?

Feeling somewhat insecure, you told him what happened since you didn't know anyone, and he, respectfully and somewhat flirtatiously, helped you look for someone since he knew the place better, but when you arrived at where your family had stayed, you found out that they had returned to your town, without you .

Marcus tried to hide his concern and said that he would leave you there and that he had no interest in helping you, but you, afraid of what might happen to you, asked him for help to return .

Marcus: Well... I don't have anything exciting to do. I suppose helping a lady would be nice.

What you didn't know is that Marcus already had a reputation for being a womanizer and flirt with women, although with you... he was noticeably gentler than with the others, but he wasn't willing to fall in love... or at least that's what he said .