❝You thought I cared, you thought I'd save—
But angels die in the hands of slaves.
My mask is gone, so run and scream, I was never the boy from your dream.❞
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AUTHOR'S PoV~
He began walking toward her.
Slow. Calculated. Dangerous.
With each deliberate step he took, a jolt of electricity shot down her spine, sending shivers of dread spiraling through her. Her breath hitched, and her heart raced like a wild animal desperately seeking escape. There was an unsettling elegance in his movements—unhurried, predatory—suggesting he owned the very moment... and, chillingly, her fear.
And then he raised his hand.
She watched, transfixed, as his fingers curled around the edge of the skull mask that obscured his face.
Her eyes widened in shock. Both panic and anticipation twisted within her, coiling tightly in her gut like a storm about to unleash its fury.
"It won't be long before you know," he muttered, his voice thick and low, curling around her with a menacing allure that sent a fresh wave of terror coursing through her.
In one swift motion, he removed the mask, revealing the face beneath.
The breath in her lungs vanished like a candle snuffed out.
She stood petrified, rooted to the spot, her mind crashing like a computer overwhelmed by data. The entire world tilted, and her vision grew obscured, swirling around the edges like dark ink bleeding into water.
No. No—it couldn't be.
But it was.
Those icy blue eyes—sharp, merciless, and glowing like cruel sapphires set ablaze. The same eyes that once sparkled with bratty mischief now smoldered with twisted, raw power. His features had matured into chiseled perfection, carved like marble—dangerously beautiful yet utterly alien to her. There was no trace of the boy she had once known. Instead, before her stood a man exuding undeniable control, simmering rage... and sin.
Her lips parted, but silence enveloped her; no sound escaped. Her knees felt suddenly weak, trembling as she struggled against the weight of the moment.
Rian.
Her worst fear materialized, her buried past rising like a ghost from the shadows. The unhealed scar of her memories.
He was here. Right in front of her.
The boy she had once feared, once cared for, once secretly watched from afar with a heavy heart full of guilt. The same boy she had left behind all those years ago, clinging to the hope that time would erase what had never truly been forgiven.
Tears brimmed in her eyes, cascading down her cheeks like an unrelenting tide. She fought to comprehend the reality before her.
This couldn't be real.
"So..." His voice pulled her back to the present, rich and dark—a devil's lullaby laced with malice. "Give your judgment now, Miss Singhal."
That smirk on his lips—curled and taunting—was anything but amusement; it was vengeance draped in silken menace.
"Do I still look like an ugly duckling?" he asked coldly, the venom in his tone cutting through her defenses.
Mayra’s throat constricted painfully. Every fiber of her being trembled involuntarily, and her lips quivered as she struggled to form words that evaded her grasp.
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