Zyra POV

I found myself captivated by Marcus's presence as we sat at the dining table. He pulled out a chair for me, displaying his chivalry, which made me smile gratefully before I took my seat. Marcus chuckled playfully, acknowledging that I could have done it myself. "You are with me; you deserve to be treated well," he explained with a casual shrug. As he glanced down at his plate and then back at me, he noticed a weariness in my expression. Concerned, he asked, "Tired, aren't you?"

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