Mark leaned back, a small, genuine smirk tugging at his lips. He pulled out his phone and shot a text to Marcus. Mark: It’s live. The fans are already losing it.
The screen glowed in the dim light of Mark Tanner’s London flat, the blue-and-white interface of OnlyFans reflecting in his tired eyes. He’d been away for six months—a "spiritual hiatus," he’d called it on Instagram—but the truth was simpler: the burnout had finally caught up. Now, he was staring at the upload queue. Mark leaned back, a small, genuine smirk tugging at his lips
“THE KING IS BACK.” “About time! We missed that smile, Mark.” “The collab we’ve been dying for!” The fans are already losing it
Marcus: Good. I told you they hadn't forgotten you. Drinks tonight to celebrate the relaunch? Now, he was staring at the upload queue
He walked into the bar, found Marcus at a corner table, and for the first time in a long time, didn't feel the need to record a single second of it.