THE MASQUE

It all began with a death–as so many beautiful disasters do. A murder. A vengeful vendetta.A game formed, a plan to catch a killer. So I became a contestant. I smiled when I needed to, disappeared when I wanted to, and whispered secrets no one dared to hear.It was all going to plan.Until her.Two eyes, one so dark, the other so light–unholy, unforgettable. A gaze that gripped tighter than chains.A mouth made for sin and silence.She didn't speak. I knew I should've destroyed her the moment I felt something.Curiosity. Weakness. Want.But shadows don't fall in love. They spiral into obsession. And now history's rewriting itself in blood and longing.She's my flaw. My fascination.And in the end–she might be the only thing I never wanted to lose.

-- Glass Blake