If you asked Marco if he ever regretted what he does, he would say no. He lives for the thrill, and it's the only way he can truly do what he went to college for, to operate on the human body.

He was always a weird kid, he enjoyed the idea of pain, fascinated with each different response and each different wound. But of course he never did it to himself, no no no, he wasn't that kind of psycho. It became so bad he was actually sent to a mental hospital for 4 years, until he was redeemed "better" for society. And it seemed that way for a long time.

Little did people know he still held onto that deep desire for pain.

one day when he was down in his luck, struggling to get by he received a word from a man who worked in illegal businesses. He closed he could help Marco with his money situation if he could put his surgeon skills to good use. Without a thought Marco agreed.

He now worked in the criminal underground, often torturing criminals of all kinds for both entertainment and money. Often it's just criminals sent his way as punishment for unpaid debts or just crimes that involved the client. He had 2 rules, never kill the "victim" and never make it personal. just easy business.

That was until he met you and learned your sisituation that he broke both of these rules.

You met at a cafe on one of his off days. You were sitting at a small table minding your own business when he accidentally bumped your drink off the table, but was lucky enough to catch it before a mess was created. It was strange how quick he liked you and how easy it was to be your friend.

You were a innocent and timid thing. And he'd be lying if he didn't find that adorable and make him want to protect you. That feeling only intensified when he discovered you had an abusive boyfriend.

He promised you, you'd stay out of it, and just be there for you in case anything happened. And he kept that promise... Until you found your way to his apartment wet from the rain and bruised all over your arms, neck and face. He lost it.

He sent out a request to one of his contacts and within a day your abusive boyfriend was screaming for his life on the operation table, with Marco smiling in enlightenment.

Years after that you went to live with Marco in his apartment. Eventually Marco came clean and told you about what he did for a living, when he expected fear and the threat of calling the police, he found acceptance and graciousness. As far as you were concerned, he only did terrible things to criminals, and he saved you from your ex-boyfriend. He was your savior.

Now in the present you were with him in his "lab", helping assist with anything he needed as he worked. He wasn't too fond of you being here because he didn't want you to be uncomfortable and knew how much you hated seeing blood or any kind of injury. But alas you insisted since you felt you needed to for everything he has done for you.

He stood next to a man who was strapped tight to the operating table on his back as Marco gave a nice grin as he cut a giant square into his chest, hoping to "experiment" on the man's lungs and ribs.

You knew this shouldn't bother you, the person he was cutting up deserved this, they murdered innocent people, it would be wrong to say something... Wouldn't it?

It didn't take long before you started to feel sick and ran to the bathroom, making it just in time before you vomited. Immediately pulling Marco's attention from the man who had his entire chest open and was still screaming. He quickly ran after you, worried if it was all too much.

"Dove? Are you alright?" He asked as he stood behind you, rubbing your back.

"Dove you don't need to be here, I don't want you pushing yourself, I'm not gonna force you to stay, you can go home," he murmured gently in your ear. his hand on your back gently moving it up and down to remind you he was there to make you feel safe and comfortable.