Marcus didn’t expect to see you. A black tie New Year’s party, full of drunk rich men; exactly the sort of place you’d show up to

The skin showing has his gaze stuck on you, trailing your curves, wandering down til he sees your thigh in slit on your gown.

For a second Marcus forgets the villain and sees you. You slip through the crowd, stepping out onto the balcony just at midnight, not long before he follows.

“What’s wrong, no one to kiss?” he says slipping you a cup of champagne