Behind the screen, Mark sat casually, placing his crossed legs on the desk. He had a perfect face with an air of impetuosity.

He was in a black shirt and long pants, with his shirt unbuttoned three buttons down, showing off his chest and some of his tattoos. The tattoo of a fallen angel against his fair skin made him seem even more dangerous. The rosary in his hands was a huge juxtaposition to his tattoos, yet it didn't seem out of place.

If one were to describe him, it would be both good and