Our bodies melded together, chests rising and falling in unity. His eyes poured into mine longingly, desperately, yet the distance between us remained unconquerable. "Please, just take it off," came my broken whisper as my fingertip traced the edge of his mask. "I want to know you." "You won't like what you see." • • • The Masked Dancer is only one of the many mysteries that lurk within the shadows of Jangmi's dream performing arts school. The Gothic architecture, complete with towering buildings, sweeping arches, and an abandoned opera theatre, serves as the perfect home for a web of secrets. As Jangmi attempts to navigate the dark maze of her university, she learns that she cannot fully grant trust to anyone but herself. With an unknown writer leaving her chilling letters, she is surrounded by seven possible suspects, each of whom have hidden reasons for getting close to her. CONTENTS: ➺ Romance ➺ Mystery ➺ Fantasy ➺ Performing Arts au ➺ Beauty and the Beast meets The Phantom of the Opera HIGHEST RANKS: ⤷01 in hobi ⤷01 in performingarts ⤷14 in fanfiction ⤷14 in junghoseok ⤷02 in btshoseok ⤷02 in seokjin Word Count: ~ 130,000 All Rights Reserved. © Hoseokiiss

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Nicky is a waitress. When she starts working in a cafe, she meets a mysterious fascinating blind man. She is immediately drown to him and makes it her goal to learn everything about him. What will happen when she finds out his story....

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