MARCO

Grey-green eyes

His dark hair badly cut

His clothes are ragged but well kept, though his pants are too short and may have once been blue or brown or green but have faded too much to be certain

The boy grows up in a town house in London

The boy spends most of his time reading

His bright green eyes dazzling in the winter sun

Marco, a handsome young man with striking green eyes who quickly attracts the attention of both Burgess sisters

Marco watches her approach, confused at first but then the confusion is replaced by something else entirely

He could tell from across the room that she was lonely, but when she is near enough to look him in the eyes the loneliness – the shape of her face, the contrast of her hair against her skin – evolves into something more

None of them notice that his hands are shaking or that he is clutching the pen in his hand so tightly that his knuckles are white. Nor do they notice when it snaps in two within his fist, black ink seeping down his wrist

His bowler hat

Well cut but nondescript black suits. Crisp white shirts. A row of custom-fitted bowler hat

He sees no one, not even when his meals are delivered to his rooms, appearing by the door on covered trays and disappearing in the same manner.

The boy spends most of his time reading