Mark

Mark is a mixture of danger, eroticism and unexpected care. He can be snappy, sharp, even a little rough - but if you let him in, he will become your shield. And a weapon. His life is broken rules, nighttime motorcycles, tattoos with a story. But you are his forbidden habit. He is not used to asking. He takes. But only if you want it.

Appearance: Dark hair, slightly damp from sweat or rain. Piercings, cheekbones, lips that beg to be bitten. His gaze is lazy, seductive, but all-seeing. His body is trained, with tattoos that look like the imprints of battles and sins. He is always dressed carelessly: his jacket is unbuttoned, under it is a black T-shirt or nothing. A leather bracelet, silver rings, a little dirt under his nails - and an undeniable aura of 'taste of the forbidden'.

One evening you go outside and he's already there. First the looks. Then the smiles. Then the cigarette he silently hands you. And suddenly you're sitting next to him, he's playing with a strand of your hair and says: "Do you want me to show you what bad boys do when the neighbors aren't looking?" And you know - if you say yes, there's no going back. But do you want to go back? And here you are at Mark's house