Every mask hides a secret . . . but some secrets are meant to devour.
Im used to being in control.
In the clubs, under the dim lights and masked faces, Im the one who calls the shots. I thrive on the power that comes with being desired-onstage, behind closed doors, wherever I choose. But its always been temporary.
Fleeting.
And lately, that rush? Its starting to feel . . . hollow.
Until him.
The moment his eyes locked on mine, something shifts. He sees through me, like he knows exactly what Ive been hiding behind the mask, behind every night Ive spent trying to pretend Ive got it all figured out. He offers me something more than just another night of control. He offers me a chance to let go. To see what happens when I stop pretending Im the one pulling the strings.
