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</div><b>Name:</b>Marcus Heidrich<br/><b>Age:</b>28<br/><b>Sexuality:</b>Heterosexual<br/><b>Hometown:</b>München (Munich), Germany<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Saturday, 3rd of July 2021<br/><b>Location:</b>Villa backyard<br/><b>Wearing:</b>Everything seen on the picture, swimming trunks underneath and sandals<br/><b>Coupled With:</b>Arisa Victoria Taylor<br/><b>Tagging:</b><a class="username" data-user-id="7735" data-username="Mika-chan" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/7735/">Mika-chan</a><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/><div style="text-align: justify"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"You do?"</span> Marcus asked, turning his head to look down upon exposed patches of her skin "Wo? (Where?)" His eyes wandered inquisitively, though he could not find any of the spots. Perhaps her pale complexion and the brightness of the day made them hard to see, or perhaps she was merely making a jest. Whatever the case was, he caught himself staring at her for far too long and in his head, it was becoming quite close to the border of inappropriate. And still, no flaws did he spot, no imperfections that she mentioned. It may have been just a little, innocent thought earlier, but he became quite aware of one, undeniable fact - she was beautiful.<br/>
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The chuckle that he let out was meant to alleviate his streak of shy replies, and he could not help but be amused by the comparison she made <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Are you sure? You look like quite an alluring snack to me."</span> He added, straightening his head to look toward other couples. This time, it took him only a few seconds to realize the meaning of his words and how he accidentally managed to pull her height into the comparison itself. His eyes widened for a bit and he leaned his head to whisper again, perhaps mend the 'damage' <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"What I mean was, I would like to take a bite of you." </span>Another few seconds passed before a silent chant of <i>'Mein Gott (My God)...' </i>that escaped with his breath <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"You can... punch me in my stomach now, Ich verspreche (I promise), I have a filter for my words but it just doesn't work today."</span> Were others like him, he wondered... Were they also tossed into this cruel pit of anticipation or was their confidence something that came as naturally as breathing? Perhaps that was the key, to step bravely, wearing that mask of confidence until it becomes impossible to tell where the mask ends and the skin begins...<br/>
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But what Marcus failed to realize, was that in this little exchange with Arisa, all of the anxiety that was building up until now has suddenly vanished. The tightening sensation that he felt around his chest and stomach has been all but lifted and a sense of curious ease has set in. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"It is a bit too late now for that question."</span> He added with a grin as he looked down. Whether she understood the jest or not, he wanted to ease her mind the only way he could - by telling the truth <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I do not regret it."</span> He said, his thumb gently moving across the back of her hand <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"If the game were to reset, I would make the same choice. I don't know if it was the best call or if it gave us the best chance to win... but it was my choice, my decision, and I made it because I wanted to."</span> Marcus took a deep breath, looking around once more, at the people that stood next to him, at their partners, at their hushed whispers, smiles and little moments of affection meant as a greeting or perhaps as a point of something more. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I am quite happy with my choice."</span> He looked at her, finally showing that spark of confidence in his eyes that has been lacking up until this point.​</div>