Maskedlover Stories

A mysterious boy that gets mysterious and mysterious as story goes on - the story is short but makes you feel good

One reckless dare. One faceless man. One night that ruined my quiet little life forever. I wore it as a joke. A reckless gift from my best friend - daring me to live a little. A custom piece of merch no fan should ever actually wear. But the second I did, the second I showed him... he found me. The Priest. The faceless god of the techno world. Taller, darker, more dangerous than anyone should be. I thought it would end with one night. Instead, it began with a deal. His bed. His rules. His hands on me every night before he closed his eyes. Now I'm touring the world at his side, and he's made one thing very clear: I'm not a fling. I'm not a fan. I'm his. And the more I fight it, the more I realize resisting him isn't an option. Because the Priest doesn't ask. The Priest claims.