Marcus’ POV
I enter my apartment, tossing my keys onto the small table beside the front door, before toeing off my shoes and heading into the kitchen for a bottle of water.
Heading back into the living room, I sweep my gaze over the pristine space, looks like my cleaner came today, everything is in it’s place and the surfaces are polished to a shine.
I make my way to the couch, sinking down into the cushions as I look around me again, it’s my home, it looks exactly the same as it always does, but something feels off.
I try to figure out what it is, taking in the few ornaments that are scattered around the surfaces, the pictures on the walls, my huge ass tv with the games console underneath, everything, but nothing is missing.
My attention falls to the photos on top of one of the units
