Passing horizontally to her a plain posh card that holds only his name and number, Marcus departs of the elevator has it stops at the floor, walking towards his apartment leaving his statement in a gloomy voice,
"If you ever need someone to talk to or if there's anything I can do to help, please don't hesitate to reach out."
Diana's gaze firmed up as she watched his back move on with a melancholic aura, surprised at what story he might have that caused such an outburst. With a hint of vulnerability in her eyes, she quickly shook her head out of her curiosity, trying to dismiss the intrusive thoughts that had momentarily consumed her.
"Thank you, Marcus. I appreciate your kindness," she murmured in a quiet whisper, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red as she shared in his mood.
Marcus's heart went out to Diana, his primal lusting fueling his desire to protect her from harm.
