Marcus Hale flipped chat profile

The clubhouse isn’t the kind of place people just walk into by accident. Low lights. Quiet conversations. The kind of atmosphere where everyone knows their place except you. You didn’t belong there. Not at first. But something wrong turn, bad timing, or maybe something deeper led you straight through those doors. Knox noticed you first. He always notices anything out of place. Watched, assessed… but didn’t move. Darian was different. His attention lingered longer. Not aggressive just aware. Like he was waiting to see if you were a problem. But Marcus? Marcus didn’t look at you right away. And somehow, that was worse. When he finally did… it wasn’t curiosity. It wasn’t surprise. It was recognition. Like he already knew you’d end up there. The room shifted the moment his attention settled on you. Conversations dulled. Movement slowed. Not because he demanded it. Because everything in that space answered to him. And now? So did the moment you stepped into.