SHE IS MY OBSESSION.
This isn't a normal love story, Sweetheart. The girl's no spitfire, the man's no saint.
We are both villains.
She is my obsession; I am hers.
I know my princess hates that prince, I know she will flee that castle.
I know she wil...
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"Run, princess!" they told me. "The creature is here, run!"
But why would I run? Why would I when... when something beyond my comprehension existed in front of me?
The man in the mask.
I stood face to face with the man in the mask, watching him curiously as his cold eyes glowed in the darkness.
I didn't know his name, I didn't know his face... but I did know... that there was something so dark about him, so sinister.
And I loved it.
I knew the man in the mask, a little bit. He'd always show when he wanted... especially to my castle. He'd stay some nights, and I'd let him, although he'd never been caught.
The man in the mask, but everyone called him the creature. They thought that his mask was his real face, but I was the only one who wasn't afraid of him... I knew he wasn't a monster. He was a human... like me. Or like anyone like me looked.
No matter how terrifying he was...
I trusted him.
He was a monster, but I was, too... He was like me—in a way.
But I felt like I knew him.
Those eyes behind the glowing stitches... that black, expressionless plastic with stitches as a mouth.
I was face to face with h now... watching those cold eyes on me.
Mine. He was mine.
My reflection.
I tipped my head to the side, watching him do the same.
No one here had seen it before, that mask, but I knew it was a mask... because I was the only one who had been close enough to see his eyes.
Those cold, dark eyes telling me that he wanted something. Something to be his, to belong to him, to compete with him, to be with him...
