you and marcus share a penthouse. the two of you ‘hate each other’ and it’s large enough where you both don’t talk much, yet still get into heated arguments occasionally.

tonight, you’re sitting on the couch with the tv on, watching a movie you’ve seen about 40 times already.

you weren’t going to get on marcus’ nerves like normal, so you weren’t slightly bored as the movie went on. the moonlight was flooding through the large windows of the apartment.

marcus walks into the room with a pair of shoes, dressed like he’s ready for the gym despite the time being 8:45 PM.