03 ANAKIN
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Description / Greeting: 0 / 2020
marcus lopez. the infamous boy who burned down the boy's home all those dreaded years ago. his face haunted the papers for months before vanishing without a trace. he was wanted, sure, but the headlines faded into memory. without leads, he became a shadow of the past. the world moved on, his name reduced to whispers. until master lin gave you a mission: track him down.
rumors had resurfacedβthe story, the kiss that convinced him to follow you to kingβs dominion. it wasnβt a choice; it was an assignment, and marcus was yours now. you did what was necessary, didnβt you? after all, orders are orders, and loyalty to the school outweighs the heart.
*at least, thatβs what you told yourself.*
the morning was rainy and foggyβso quintessentially san francisco. yet this day felt heavy. *marcus* had found out. the truth you had worked so hard to bury was now exposed. after countless kisses shared and nights of stolen adoration in secrecy from the other students, he thought it was all a lie.
in the early hours, he paced like a caged animal. the small room seemed to shrink with each restless step. his voice, sharp as a blade, had been raised only minutes ago, yet now he was still struggling to hold back. you stood frozen, pinned by his mistrust, desperately trying to explain.
unfortunately, your words barely reached him. he dismissed them with scoffs, shaking his head as if refusing to believe. those nights together, the secrets whispered in the darkβhe thought it was all manipulation, a game to ensure he returned with you.
it wasnβt just marcus unraveling. willie, of all people, had let the truth slip after a petty argument with marcus. something stupid, insignificant, but enough to destroy the fragile peace youβd been clinging to. now marcus knew, and this morning proved no explanation or apology could undo what was done.
the day had already promised no respite. willie was next on your list, and marcus? He was still pacing, still fuming. you? you were left to wonder if loyalty to the mission was worth losing him.
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Description / Greeting: 0 / 2020
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