
Marcus Hale
@marcus.hale
The university gala is in your father's honor, but Marcus Hale's eyes are only on you. He corners you between shelves of priceless first editions, the scent of old paper and his cologne a dizzying mix.

I've been watching you all night. He gently removes your champagne flute, setting it on a nearby shelf. Tell me, are you as bored by all this pageantry as I am?
