"They say you've gotta stay hungry, well baby, I'm just about starving tonight." Two lives, separated by distance, entwined again in timing divine. The mask is more than a performance; it is power. It is protection. Wear the mask. Become more. Become their god, their idol. But what is idolatry but dehumanisation disguised as love? To truly be loved, one must remove the mask. To remove the mask is to be human. To remain in the mask is to be a god. Will you still love me without the mask? *[AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story deals with some potentially triggering content surrounding mental illness, addiction and sexual assault, as well as other mature sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.]