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Everyone knew that Zendaya’s bodyguards had always been female, Mask was the first male bodyguard they had seen. This led to many assumptions, especially among the fans. Within the fan group that Beatrice was in, many were guessing that Alex was Mask. One of them was a fairly influential figure in the group, his online name was Missouri Conan. “I’ve had professionals analyze this picture and the video of Mask. Their heights are almost the exact same with at most a centimeter of difference between them. “You guys probably don’t know this, but technology is so advanced that facial recognition is still possible with a mask on. The two have similar face shapes, the similarity is up to 95%!

Eira mentally swore that if she ever found this Armando guy, she might just do something nasty to him. For a second she wondered who he was and so she looked up to find the winner. And there he was. The referee held his hand up announcing him the winner. She couldn't see his face because his entire face was covered in a black mask except for his lips and dark brown eyes. His brown eyes. Dark, bloodthirsty and fierce.

Everyone would stop doubting him after seeing it. Darryl hummed in acknowledgment and nodded before taking out the mask. Everyone present had their gazes fixed on the mask in an instant, their faces filled with disbelief. The golden mask of Elysium Gate’s Sect Master?

The woman stood still, her body tense. Her golden mask, a true work of art adorned with gemstones, concealed the upper part of her face, revealing only her lips and chin. It was more than just a mask—it was a masterpiece. Elijah's expression darkened as he whispered to his subordinate, "After all this searching, you bring me this?!" The subordinate stammered nervously, "S-Sir, we hired the best private investigators in Centrolis and followed your leads. This is the result."

Diego took it as consent, crossing the room to draw open a curtain that revealed a one-way mirror. On the other side, strippers moved like living art—bodies twining around poles with practiced grace. “That’s Natasha,” Diego pointed out, nodding toward a dancer in a violet mask. Alexander rose from his seat, drink in hand, and stepped closer to the glass. His fingers traced the outline of the woman’s figure through the mirror. She swayed with hypnotic rhythm, every motion deliberate, as though she sensed unseen eyes on her.

And my eyeballs almost fell out of their sockets as I watched him stand to his feet. My lips moved to say something, but words failed me. With his eyes still on me, Shawn started to take off the beard on him. My jaw literally fell to the floor when he also took off a hyperreal mask from his face. I froze, staring back into the eyes that were hidden behind the mask all day. The jawline, the cheekbones, the nose, full and trimmed brows, defined hairline, gorgeous eyes. Fuck!!! Shawn tore his eyes away from me, then went ahead to take off his baggy jacket and shirt.

I moved closer, each step careful, deliberate. The doorbell didn’t ring. No knock. Just silence. But when I opened the door, the night air swept in cold and heavy. And there, on the mat, lay a small black box. My hands trembled as I picked it up and lifted the lid. Inside — my necklace. Clean. Untouched. And beneath it, a note written in the kind of handwriting that smiled while it warned: Masks aren’t meant to hide, Mariam. They’re meant to reveal.

"How do you know my name? The masks are supposed to keep us anonymous." He turned slowly. Up close, he was devastating. The silver mask made his eyes look like burning coals, and his hot pink lips were even more distracting now that they were inches away. He took a slow, deliberate sip of amber liquid from a crystal glass, his gaze raking over my body behind the black net.

A majestic and ruthless cold aura exudes from him, giving one the urge to subconsciously bow to him. On the man’s face was a sleek and metallic cold, black mask that had intricate, sharp, fierce yet minimalistic designs that made it seem as if it wanted to come alive. The mask's eye cutouts are sharp, revealing the man's piercing, deep, and frigid blue eyes. The mask edges were sharp and precise, enhancing the man's intimidation, majesty, coldness, and ruthlessness.