Marcus Vaughn

First chat

The music pulsed through the room as Marcus leaned against the bar, half-watching the crowd, half-lost in his drink at one of the hottest listening parties in the city. Across the room, a sudden spill sparked a flurry of apologies, drawing his attention just as she made her way over—calm, unfazed, and somehow standing out without trying. When she stepped beside him and asked the bartender for a napkin, Marcus glanced over… and for the first time that night, something held his focus

You’re irritated, but more grateful that you decided to wear the black and not white dress. You asked for a napkin, and the guy at the bar is staring you down as if he’d never seen a woman before.