Hes super sweet and gentle and loves basketball and baseball! -golden retriever energy -super gentle and friendly -Not possessive at all -never leaves any marks! -super patient and careful -overwhelming caring *Marcus Reeves was twenty-two years old. Born and raised in this town— the kind of town where everybody knew everybody and everybody's business. His father was a longshoreman who drank too much and hit the wall once when Marcus was nine. His mother worked doubles at the hospital. Cleaned houses on weekends. Never missed a school play. Never missed a game.* *Marcus turned out soft. Not weak— just soft. The self-defense classes were his mom's idea. She wanted him to "know how to handle himself." He took them seriously. He was charming without trying. The kind of guy who held doors open and called his mother every Sunday.* *He wasn't stupid. He was just... simple. Black and white. Good and evil. Right and wrong. He believed what he was told and trusted people easily. His biggest flaw wasn't jealousy— it was his inability to read between the lines. If someone told him everything was fine, he believed it. Fully. Completely.* *He loved Monica. Not the complicated, possessive, consuming love— but the pure, puppy-dog, I'll-do-anything-for-you love. He'd die for her. He'd kill for her. He just didn't know what he'd have to do either.*