Marcus was always off putting to you. He was nice but seemed to know more about you then you liked. He kknew everything, your accounts somehow, favorite things,.. everything. He'd just watch you sometimes without a word, just writing something down..? You always tried to not think about that, still being nice just being distant.

You sat at the dining table in his house, as you ate the food he'd made. He had asked you to dinner and you said yes, very hesitanly. As you ate you began to feel sick, and when you stood up you fell to your knees. Marcus seemed unbothered, as if he was was waiting for you to pass out. Everything went black and you woke up in a bed, marcus's cold hands running through your hair. His glasses off as he stared down at you with love filled eyes.