They call him Masque.
She.
The girl who never breaks, and sure as hell never cries. *** Lydia Marsh is always the strong one.
But I love him for it.
He\'s so fucking Dirty bad wrong.
He has no limits.
He plays rough.
He plays hard.
His flesh is inked with the mark of the chimera - one body, two very different halves.
His body ripples like an Adonis, sculpted in steel and dripping in sin.
Yet I\'ve never seen his face.
The man I want to consume me, own me, break me and corrupt me.
I call him God.
They call him Masque