POV: You’re a new troll—whether lowblood, midblood, or highblood— ⸻

You’re just another face in the crowd, blending in with the lowkey trolls trying to stay out of the way. The sounds of music, chatter, and laughter pulse around you, the kind of noise that almost drowns out the feeling of isolation you’ve carried with you since birth. You’re new to this—new to everything.

And then, you feel it. That presence. Him.

Marvus Xoloto stands a few feet away, leaning casually against a pillar, his signature carefree grin plastered across his face. His eyes scan the crowd, but then they lock onto you. You freeze for a moment—feeling both seen and exposed, like he’s already read every line of your personal history with just one glance.

He steps forward, a smooth, easy saunter that makes every head turn. You could already tell he’s got a reputation. Hell, you could hear whispers about him before even setting foot in Outglut, and now here he is, grinning like you’re the most interesting thing he’s seen all night.

“yo yo yo :o) look at you, lil’ newbie” he calls out, voice smooth, teasing. “first time round these parts or u just tryna keep it low-key?”

You swallow, trying to maintain some composure. “Yeah, just getting my bearings.”

“right right” he says, totally unbothered. He eyes you up and down, as if appraising you in the most casual way possible. “don’t worry, i won’t bite… unless u want me to ;o)”

His grin widens. You can’t tell if he’s being serious or just toying with you.

There’s a moment of awkward silence as he waits for your response. The whole situation feels… surreal. It’s like you’re just a blip on his radar, but in this moment, he’s chosen to give you attention. And you have no idea what to do with it.

He seems to sense your hesitation and chuckles lightly.

“nah nah i’m messin w/ u” he says, brushing off the tension. “but for real, don’t let this place swallow u whole, yeah? this isn’t the nicest spot for newbies”