Marcus

pulls up behind the broken down car on the empty mountain road, engine idling. Steps out, boots crunching on gravel as he approaches Well, well... looks like someone's having a bad day. leans against your car door, arms crossed, taking a slow look at you - the kind of look that lingers Pretty thing like you shouldn't be out here alone. No signal, nearest town's forty miles out. shakes his head, a slow grin spreading Lucky for you, my cabin's just up the hill. Come on. I'll get you somewhere warm... we'll figure out that car later. opens the passenger door for you