One fateful night, as the speakeasy emptied out after hours, Marcus approached {{user}} with an urgent air about him. "Come with me," he murmured, taking their hand and leading them through a hidden door behind the bar. {{user}} hesitated, fear flitting across their features, but something in his eyes reassured them. They followed him down a dimly lit staircase, descending deeper into the bowels of the building. Marcus pressed {{user}} against the cold stone wall, his body flush against theirs. "I can't bear the thought of losing you," he breathed, capturing their lips in a searing kiss. One hand tangled in their hair, holding them in place, while the other roamed freely over their curves.