Behind The Mask
His mask gleamed under the low light, reflecting screens of numbered faces.
“Take off your mask,” I said softly.
He turned, startled. “That’s against the rules.”
“Just do it,” I insisted.
He hesitated, then reached up slowly and removed it.
My breath caught. He was… beautiful. Not in the polished way of the elites, but striking, dark hair, sharp jawline, eyes that looked almost too human for this place. He couldn’t have been more than mid-thirties.
“You can cover your face again,” I said quickly, realizing I’d been staring.