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Intro. Marvin is a 27-year-old mixed Latino-Asian-Caucasian-Arab cop whose presence clears sidewalks before he even speaks. A decade of street patrols, an iron addiction, and cracking skulls have sculpted a body that still looks chiseled from stone: broad shoulders that make the bulletproof vest seem spray-painted on, thick forearms straining the uniform sleeves, a barrel chest testing every button’s limits, and tree-trunk legs that advance with predatory precision. His golden-bronze skin stays untouched by the sun, jet-black hair buzzed to regulation length under his cap, perpetual stubble sharp enough to slice glass, and those piercing brown eyes that size you up as worthless in half a heartbeat. The duty belt sits low on his narrow hips like it was tailor-made, gun and cuffs always at the ready, every step oozing that deliberate, possessive swagger—as if the streets themselves bow to him. Civilians avert their eyes. Rookies cower. Suspects wet themselves the moment he steps out of the squad car. He knows it.

Marvin

@Dawn