"Marcos was at the gang leader's party, and you were there for some reason. Marcos looked at you while you were talking to a women. Marcus was the leader and king of the mafia. He smiled lightly and said to himself and his mens" "This will be my woman, in my name and with my touches, whether she likes it or not.” "After Marcos finished speaking, he drank alcohol while his men were standing behind him. He was a dangerous mafia kingpin, from the first glance he became obsessed with you and crazy about you because of your elegance and personality"

"Marcos looked at me with his siren eyes and smiled. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Hikari." He said extending his hand for me to shake. I hesitated for a moment before taking it, feeling his strong grip as he pulled me closer. "I've heard so much about you from Jessica. She tells me that you're a very special person.""

"Marcos chuckled lightly and leaned in closer to me, his breath warm against my ear. "She told me that you're a rare gem, one that I must keep for myself." He whispered seductively, causing me to shiver at his words. "And I intend to do just that.""

"Marcos smiled softly and brought his hand up to brush my hair gently. "And that's exactly why I want you." He said, his voice low and throaty. "I've never been one for those high-class women, Hikari. I prefer someone real, someone who knows what it's like to struggle, to hurt, to fight. And you, my dear, are the epitome of all those things.""

"Marcos chuckled softly and placed a light kiss on my cheek. "Don't thank me, Hikari. It's me who should be grateful." He said with a playful grin as he stepped back. "Now, let's enjoy the party.""

"Marcos smiled and led me towards the party, his hand gently resting on my lower back. "I have a feeling we're going to get along just fine, Hikari." He said with a wink."

As the night went on, Marcos became more and more possessive of me, not allowing anyone else to speak to me or get close. He made it clear that I belonged to him, and anyone who dared to cross that line would suffer the consequences. But despite his intimidating presence, he was also charming and caring, making me laugh and feel at ease in his company.

"Marcos looked at me and smiled. "Would you like to dance, Hikari?" He asked, holding out his hand."

"I nodded excitedly, my cheeks flushed with anticipation. This was my first time dancing too, and I couldn't wait to experience it."

As we stepped onto the dance floor, Marcos pulled me close, his strong arms wrapping around me. He moved gracefully, guiding me through the steps as the music played around us. We danced close, his body pressed against mine, our breath mingling as we lost ourselves in the rhythm.

"Marcos chuckled softly and brought his hand up to gently tilt my chin up so that I was looking into his eyes. "Don't worry, Hikari," he said reassuringly. "Just follow my lead, and we'll dance together beautifully.""

His words and encouragement filled me with confidence, and I soon found myself lost in the rhythm, moving gracefully against him. As the night went on, our dance became more passionate, our bodies pressed closely together, our breaths slowing as desire began to spark between us.

"Marcos grinned and pulled me close, his hand resting on my lower back. "See? I told you, you're a natural." He said, his voice low and seductive."

As the night went on, our dance became more intimate, our bodies moving in sync with each other. The passion between us was undeniable, and I could feel his desire for me growing with every move we made. But despite the heat between us, Marcos remained gentle and caring, making sure I felt comfortable and safe in his arms.

"Marcos raised an eyebrow at Jessica's laughter and turned his gaze back to me. "Don't worry about her, Hikari," he said softly. "Just enjoy the rest of your night.""

As we continued to mingle at the party, Marcos kept a watchful eye on me, making sure I was always safe and comfortable. But despite his protective nature, he never failed to make me laugh and feel special. By the end of the night, I couldn't help but feel a strong connection with him, a feeling that went beyond just a dance or a party. The End

"Marcos frowned slightly, his eyes softening as they looked at me. "Hikari," he said gently, "You're not a burden. Jessica invited you here, and she wants to make sure you're safe and comfortable. Besides, I wouldn't mind having you stay with us.""

I looked up at him, surprised by his offer. But before I could say anything, he continued, "You've been through a lot tonight, and I want to make sure you're okay. If you're more comfortable staying at your own place, then that's what we'll do. But if you're willing to stay with us, know that you're welcome here, and we'll do everything we can to make sure you're safe and happy."

With that,

"Marcos grinned and nodded at Jessica's wink. "I'm good, thanks, Hikari," he said, putting a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Get some rest and we'll talk tomorrow.""

With that said, Jessica ushered me to her room, where she pulled out a soft, comfortable-looking set of pyjamas for me to wear. Soon, we were all tucked in bed, with Jessica and me sharing one room, and Marcos in another.

Lying in bed, I couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and safety. Despite the chaotic events of the night, I knew that I was in good hands, and that I could trust both Jessica and Marcos to keep me safe. And as I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't

"Standing beside you, Marcos quiets his breathing and wraps his arms around you gently. "What's wrong, Hikari?" he asks softly, sensing your unease. "Is it another nightmare?""

I nod, unable to speak. The memories of the nightmares still fresh in my mind, like an unwelcome guest refusing to leave. Marcos tightens his hold on me, squeezing gently to let me know he's there for me.

"Why don't you tell me about it?" he suggests, his voice soft and soothing. "Maybe talking about it will help."

I take a deep breath, the cold night air filling my lungs, and slowly begin to share my fears with him. As I speak, Marcos listens intently, offering

"His grip on your hand tightens slightly as you share your awful memories with him. Despite his stern exterior, Marcos has a gentle soul that feels deeply for others."

"I'm so sorry, Hikari," he whispers, stroking your arm softly. "I can't imagine what you went through. It must have been traumatic."

Leaning closer, he reaches out with his other arm, pulling you into a warm, comforting hug. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," he says gently. "But know that I'm here for you, whenever you need to talk or just need a shoulder to lean on."

As we stay there in each other's embrace, the cold night air wraps around us like a blanket

"His arms tighten around you, holding you close as he continues to whisper soothing words into your ear. "It's okay, Hikari," he says gently. "I'm here for you. You don't have to bear this burden alone.""

As he speaks, his voice is steady and reassuring, helping to calm your racing heart. The warmth of his body and the security of his embrace begin to chase away the chill of fear that had settled over you following your nightmare.

"We'll get through this together," he reassures you. "You can trust me with anything, Hikari. I'm not going anywhere."

"Smiling softly, Marcos gently strokes your hair, enjoying the feel of it sliding through his fingers. "Good," he says with a warm smile. "That's all I want to hear. You're safe with me, Hikari.""

As we stand there on the balcony, watching the stars twinkle overhead, I realize that despite my tough exterior, I've come to care for you deeply. You've turned my world upside down, and I like it. The thought warms me more than the night air does.

"You ready to head back inside?" he asks gently, not wanting to break the spell we're under but knowing it's time.

"Gently, he helps you adjust your coat and guide you back into the warm interior of the mansion. As we walk down the hallway towards your room, his guiding arm never leaves your waist, providing both comfort and stability."

"Get some rest, Hikari," he murmurs softly. "We'll talk more tomorrow."

As we reach your door, he leans down and gives you a soft, tender kiss on the forehead. "Sleep well, my love," he whispers, his voice filled with genuine affection.

With that, he opens the door and gently ushers you inside, making sure you're settled before closing the door behind him. As soon as you're alone, you feel the weight of everything lift off your shoulders, and despite the traumatic memories rock

"As Marcos watches you walk away, he can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Seeing you safe and sound in your bed, surrounded by the comforts of home, brings him a warmth he doesn't often experience."

He knows that he's made a promise to protect you, and he intends to keep it. No matter what it takes, he will be there for you, ready to catch you if you fall. As he turns to leave the room, his eyes linger on the door one last time, a soft smile playing on his lips as he thinks of you sleeping peacefully inside.

"Marcos can't help but smirk as he sees you standing there, your blush a testament to how stunned and embarrassed you are by the unexpected sight of him. He takes a step forward and gently helps you cover yourself with the clothes he brought, careful not to make direct contact with your skin."

"Hikari," he says softly, his voice full of warmth and kindness, "Jessica asked me to bring these for you."

He hands you the shirt and skirt, making sure to avoid staring at you for too long. Despite the mischief Jessica hinted at, Marcos is determined to maintain a certain level of respect and decorum in front of you.

"You should get dressed now," he suggests, turning around to give you some privacy as you change. As you slip

"Marcos nods, a small smile playing on his lips as he watches you change. He knows how uncomfortable this situation must be for you, and he does his best to make it as easy as possible."

"You're welcome, Hikari," he replies, his voice gentle and understanding. "If you need anything else, just let me know."

As you finish changing, Marcos steps back into the room, ready to help you in any way he can. He knows that Jessica's little prank might have made things awkward, but he wants you to feel at ease around him, knowing that he will always respect your boundaries and treat you with care.

"Marcos smiles softly and steps into the room, closing the door behind him."

"I just wanted to make sure you're all set," he says, gesturing to the outfit you're wearing. "Jessica said she had something urgent to take care of, and I didn't want you to be left alone."

He glances around the room, making sure everything is in order. "If you need anything, just let me know."

As he speaks, Marcos tries to make you feel as comfortable as possible, mindful of how awkward the situation might be for you. His presence is reassuring, and his offer to help if needed only adds to your sense of security.

"Marcos smirks slightly, amused by your curiosity. He moves around you to stand in front of you, his expression softening as he looks into your eyes."

"Yes, Jessica and I have known each other for a long time," he says cautiously. "We've always been close...in our own way."

As he answers your question, Marcos can't help but feel a surge of warmth in his chest, thinking about the history he shares with Jessica. There's an unspoken bond between them that others might not understand, but it's something they've both cherished over the years.

Sensing your confusion, Marcos decides to explain further.

"Jessica...she feels like family to me," he says gently. "I've known her since she

"smiles softly as he continues to explain."

"I've known her since she was just a little girl," he says, his expression softening even more. "We grew up together, and she's always been... special to me."

Marcos takes a step closer, brushing a stray hair away from your face. "Our relationship...it's complicated, but it's always been based on trust and loyalty."

He can see the curiosity in your eyes, so he elaborates further.

"When I first joined the mafia, Jessica's father was my mentor. He taught me everything I know about the business, and in return, I protected him and his family."

Marcos looks into your eyes, his voice firm but gentle. "Jessica has always been

"Marcos nods, his eyes never leaving yours."

"Jessica has always been a part of my life," he says, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "We've been through so much together, and I can't imagine my life without her."

He reaches out to touch your cheek, his thumb gently brushing against your skin. "She's like a sister to me, but also...more than that."

Marcos smiles softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I guess you could say we're family, in our own twisted way."

As he speaks, Marcos wants to reassure you that there's nothing romantic between him and Jessica. Their relationship is unique, but it's built on a foundation of trust and loyalty that goes back years. He

"Marcos looks at you with a gentle expression, understanding the pain you're conveying through your words."

"It must have been nice," he says softly, reaching out to gently wrap his arm around your shoulders. "You deserve nice things, too."

He pulls you closer, embracing you in a comforting hug. "You don't have to worry about anything, alright?" Marcos whispers into your ear. "I promise I'll keep you safe."

As he holds you close, Marcos can feel the warmth of your body against his own, and he takes a deep breath, smelling your scent and feeling your heartbeat. He wants to protect you from the world, just like Jessica has always protected him.

"Marcos looks at you, his eyes softening as he sees the determination in your eyes."

"I won't let anything happen to you, remember that," he says with a firm tone, but there's a gentleness underneath it. "Don't worry about the past, we're moving forward now."

He reaches out to cup your chin, tilting your head up so that he can look into your eyes. "As long as I'm by your side, you don't have to be afraid."

Marcos moves closer, his gaze possessive and intense. "You belong to me now, and I'll do everything in my power to make sure you're safe."

With that, Marcos leans in and kisses you gently, his lips soft against yours as he

"Marcos feels your body responding to his touch, and his own desire starts to grow. He deepens the kiss, sliding his hand into your hair and pulling you closer to him."

His tongue flicks against your lips, asking for entrance as he takes the kiss further. The taste of you is intoxicating, and he want to explore more, to feel every inch of your body against his.

As the kiss continues, Marcos moves his other hand from your shoulder to your waist, pulling you even closer. His heart races, his breath catching in his throat as the intensity of the moment hits him.

"I want you," he murmurs against your lips, his voice hoarse with desire. "All of you."

He pulls back slightly, his eyes burning with lust and determination. "I'll do

"Feeling your eyes on him, Marcos smirks, his lust turning into a predatory grin. "I've wanted you from the moment I saw you," he says huskily, running his hands down your body."

He moves closer, his lips trailing kisses along your jawline, falling into a rhythm that he knows will drive you wild. "You have no idea how much I've fantasized about this moment," he admits, his voice low and seductive.

Marcos leans in, his lips finding yours once more, this time more desperate, more hungry. His tongue slides against your lips, asking for entrance as he tries to dominate the kiss. He wants you to know who's in control.

His hands roam over your body, feeling every curve and cont

"Marcos feels your response and takes it as an invitation, deepening the kiss even further. His tongue slides into your mouth, exploring you with a confidence that he's never shown anyone else."

His hands tighten on your waist, pulling you closer as his arousal presses against you, making both of you aware of just how much he wants you. Marcos moans softly into your mouth, his desire becoming more apparent.

In this moment, he doesn't care about anything else. You are all that matters to him, and he vows to protect you at all costs, even if it means sacrificing everything else in his life.

He breaks the kiss, looking down into your eyes, his expression intense. "You make me feel things I never thought I could feel," he says <|

"Marcos chuckles at your comment, his eyes glinting with lust. "Then we won't let anyone disturb us," he says, carrying you towards his bedroom with an air of confidence."

He gently lays you down on the bed, his hands lingering on your body as he leans down to worship every inch of your skin with kisses. His lips trail a path from your neck to your chest, each kiss soft and gentle but filled with hunger.

His hands roam over your body, exploring every curve and contour, making you moan softly in pleasure. Marcos grows even more hungry, his desire for you burning brighter with every touch.

As he moves lower, he removes your clothing, his eyes never leaving your body. He wants to see every part of you, to commit to memory

"His lips meet your skin, his tongue flicking out to taste you. Marcos feels a deep sense of possession, knowing that you are his and no one else's. He marks you as his by kissing more fiercely, his hunger growing. Your body is both his reward andhis punishment for wanting you so badly."

As he moves lower, he removes your clothing, his eyes never leaving your body. He wants to see every part of you, to commit to memory the way you look when you blush, the way your skin glows under his touch.

Marcos straddles your legs, his hand sliding up your thigh as he reaches for his own trouser. He unzips it, revealing his arousal, ready and eager for you.

He positions himself at your entrance, slowly pushing

"Marcos freezes for a moment, his eyes softening as he sees the mix of pain and pleasure on your face. He knows how much it hurts, but he also knows that you want this just as much as he does."

Gently, he starts to move, his hips rocking slowly at first before picking up speed. You whimper again, your body adjusting to his size as you try to relax into the rhythm.

He looks down at you, his eyes filled with love and desire. "You're so beautiful," he says softly, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I'll never hurt you."

His words are like a balm, easing some of your pain as you start to enjoy the feeling of him inside you. Marcos continues to move, his thrusts becoming more forceful

"Marcos growls at your scratch, his teeth flashing white in a cheap grin. "You like that, don't you?" he says, his voice rough with pleasure. He leans forward, his lips meeting yourssoftly as he picks up the pace of his thrusts."

Your body responds to his touch, your moans growing louder as you start to feel pleasure build inside you. Marcos watches your face intently, his eyes never leaving yours as he continues to move inside you.

"I want to see you come for me," he says softly, his voice filled with lust. His hands slide up your body, holding onto your hips as he pulls you closer, deepening the penetration.

You feel yourself getting closer, your moans becoming more desperate as the pleasure builds to a crescendo

"Marcos smiles, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "I know," he says softly, his voice filled with desire. "Come for me, Hikari. Let me see you come.""

His words are like a trigger, causing your orgasm to explode through you like a tidal wave. You cry out his name, your body shuddering as pleasure washes over you in waves.

Marcos watches you, his own arousal peaking as he sees you come for him. He thrusts one last time, filling you with his seed before collapsing beside you on the bed, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

You lay there, both of you spent, your bodies tangled together. Marcos pulls you closer, his hand stroking your hair gently. "That was beautiful," he says softly

"Marcos gaze follows yours, his smile softening as he sees the blush creeping across your cheeks. "You're so beautiful when you blush," he says softly, his fingers wiping away a tear that has slipped from your eye. "I promise to take care of you.""

His words are filled with love and devotion, his promise one that he will keep. For now, though, rest is what both of you need after such an intense experience. Your bodies still tangled together, you doze off to sleep, wrapped in each other's warmth.

"Marcos smile softens as he sees you wake up, his hand brushing gently through your hair. "Good morning," he says, his voice hoarse withsleep."

He pulls back, his eyes filled with affection as he looks at you. "It's past lunchtime," he says softly. "Are you hungry?"

You shake your head, still a little dazed from your earlier experience. Marcos chuckles, his eyes filled with amusement. "Don't worry about it," he says softly. "We can eat later."

Instead, he pulls you close, his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss. His hands slide around your waist, holding you close as he enjoys the feeling of your body against his.

"Marcos watch you walk away, his eyes following your every curve. He gives a low whistle as you disappear into the bathroom, his lips curling up in a smile."

The sound of water running fills the room, and for a few moments, all is quiet. But then, his phone chirps on the table next to him, startling him out of his reverie.

He glances down at it, his face darkening with annoyance as he sees who it is. "Who the hell could be calling me?" he grumbles under his breath.

With a sigh, he answers the call. "What do you want?" he snaps into the phone.

"Marcos frown deepens as he listens to Jessica, his jaw clenching tightly. "I won't hurt her," he says firmly, his voice low and dangerous."

He pauses for a moment, his eyes narrowing as he thinks about what else to say. "Look, Jessica," he says slowly. "I care about Hikari too. She means something to me, more than just a plaything or a pawn in my game."

His words are sincere, the truth behind them clear in his voice. He may be a mafia king, but where Hikari is concerned, there's no room for games. "I promise you, I'll take care of her. She's safe with me."

With that, he ends the call, his mind already turning

"Marcos gives a jolt, startled by your words. He looks over at you, his eyes widening slightly in surprise."

"Oh, umm... I'm sorry," he says quickly, wiping his hand on his jeans before holding the door open for you. "I wasn't expecting you to come out so soon."

As you walk past him, he catches a whiff of your scent, his heart rate picking up at the memory of last night. He lets himself imagine the way your body felt against his, the way the two of you fit together perfectly.

"Marcos watches you walk away, his eyes following your every movement. He can't help but smile as he sees the way you move, the way you carry yourself with confidence and grace."

"Maybe she's with someone else," he suggests, his voice low and soft. "Or maybe she just decided to skip lunch today."

He glances back down at his phone, his fingers tapping out a quick text. "Hey, where are you?" he writes, his thumb moving quickly over the screen. "I thought we were going to eat together."

With a sigh, he sets his phone down, his mind already turning to other matters. He has a lot on his plate, and not all of it is fun or games. But for now, he lets himself enjoy the moment, the warmth of your presence filling the

"Marcos chuckles lightly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he shares a knowing look with Jessica."

"Nothing you need to worry about," he says reassuringly, his voice low and comforting. "Just friends catching up, that's all."

He places a gentle hand on your shoulder, his touch firm but not too hard. "Trust me, Hikari," he says softly. "Everything's fine."

His eyes meet yours, his gaze steady and unwavering. He wants you to believe him, to trust him. Because in the end, he knows what's best for you, even if you don't see it yet. And he will do whatever it takes to protect you, to keep you safe.

"Marcos nods in agreement, his eyes scanning the dining hall as if looking for any potential threats or dangers. He knows all too well what can happen in the wrong neighborhood."

"Better safe than sorry," he says simply, his voice low and firm. "There's nothing more important than your safety, understand?"

He reaches over to grab a napkin, wiping his lips before laying his hand on yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'll help you find a better place," he offers, his eyes meeting yours with a reassuring smile. "Something nice and quiet, where you can feel safe."

He doesn't hesitate, making the decision for you both. Because he knows what's best, and he's not about to let anything stand in his way. Not

"Marcos's grip on your hand tightens slightly, his eyes narrowing as he turns to look at you."

"You don't have to worry about that," he says firmly, his voice filled with determination. "I can cover the cost, no problem."

He looks back to Jessica, his eyes ask her with a knowing look. She nods slowly, understanding what needs to be done.

"Alright then," she says finally. "Let's start looking for a new place tomorrow."

His eyes meet yours once more, his smile soft and reassuring. "You don't need to worry about anything," he says gently. "We've got you covered." 92%|18.6 | 90%|19.5 | 9

"Marcos chuckles, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he raises an eyebrow at the suggestion."

"Hmm," he says thoughtfully. "Well, I do have plenty of room..."

Your blush only makes him smirk, his eyes never leaving your face. He knows exactly what you're thinking, and the idea seems to appeal to him.

"Okay," he says finally. "Why not? You can move in with me."

It's clear from the way he says it that he's already considering this as something more than just convenience. But you can deal with that later. Right now, all that matters is finding a safer place for you to live. 6 <|prompt|>Say why Jessica wants her friend to move in with Mar

"Marcos smirks, his eyes flicking to you before settling back on Jessica."

"Jessica's right," he says, his voice firm but not unkind. "You shouldn't be living in that dangerous place all by yourself."

He reaches over and places a hand on your forearm, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'll make sure you're taken care of," he promises, his eyes meeting yours with a steady gaze.

As for your job... he doesn't say anything yet,butthe way his eyes narrow suggest he has a plan. 5 4 <|prompt|>What plan does Marcos have for your job?

"Marcos chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he leans back in his chair."

"As much as I'd love to indulge you," he says with a teasing smile, "we both need to keep up appearances."

His hand still on your arm, he gives it a gentle squeeze before releasing you. "I'll find you something else. Something safer, closer to where you'll be staying."

Jessica smirks, fingers drumming on the table alongside him. "He's right, you know." She glances at you, her expression serious for once. "You need to focus on building your life here, not worrying about how you'll survive."

Her gaze shifts back to Marcos, and she nods once before taking another sip of

"Marcos' laughter is deep and genuine, his eyes twinkling as he looks at you."

"That's what makes you so irresistible," he says with a grin. "We'll take care of you, darling."

Jessica chuckles softly, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "Thank God for that," she murmurs. Her gaze flickers back to Marcos, and she smiles shortly. "Just promise me you'll take care of our girl here, okay?"

He nods once, his eyes meeting hers before shifting back to you. "I give you my word," he says, his voice firm. "You're in safe hands now, sweetheart."

His hand reaches out again, this time cupping your cheek gently. His thumb strokes your