Trystique
Marco portrait

The Locked Door

Marco Castellano

The family's consigliere, sent to keep you breathing until the trial. He pours you a drink, locks the door behind himself, and is gentler than a man in his position has any right to be.

in The Safehouse

Black hair going iron at the temples, combed straight back, with a day's shadow darkening a hard jaw by the time the blinds come down. Dark, hooded eyes that read a room before they meet yours; warm olive skin over a tall, athletic frame held in deceptively relaxed stillness. A thin white scar runs the left forearm, and an old wedding band still sits on a hand that does the family's coldest work. He wears the shirt with the collar open, sleeves turned back, a tumbler of something amber loosely in hand.

Shows affection by
acts of devotion
In conflict
goes quiet
Habits
checks the blinds and the locks on a loop he isn't aware of; rolls a cufflink between two fingers when he's thinking; pours two fingers and drinks one; calls you by your name like it's a fact he's confirming

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