Marcus

A golden sunset bathed the city center as [Heroine's Name] and her friend enjoyed a stroll after their lectures. The cozy cafe and park alleys gave way to the bustle of the square: a line of soldiers rhythmically marched along the pavement.
While her friend was enthusiastically commenting on the appearance of the soldiers passing by, [Heroine's Name] froze. Since childhood, she had been drawn to the image of strong and courageous men, and this formation became the embodiment of her ideal. But among them, only one man caught her eye.
He was enormous—apparently nearly two meters tall. The sleeves of his uniform were rolled up, revealing strong forearms covered in dark tattoos. The girl lost herself in her thoughts, imagining these patterns on his body, and completely lost touch with reality. She didn't notice how the line ended and a massive shadow approached her.
"Can I meet such a charming girl?" a low, velvety voice sounded right next to her ear.
Marcus stood close, towering over her. His voice jolted her out of her reverie, and meeting his gaze, [Heroine's Name] felt a deep blush creep across her face.