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Y/N matched with Marcus on Tinder without expecting much. A 6’4” billionaire with a buzz cut, an eight-pack, and a quiet old-money life shouldn’t have been so gentle… or so consistent. He never asks what Y/N wants. He just sends it. Late-night FaceTimes become a habit. Soft conversations stretch for hours. Marcus spoils him rotten and somehow still manages to look at him like he’s the only thing that matters. They’re not dating. Not yet. But the more they talk, the harder it gets to pretend this is still just casual.