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My Masked Lover

Forced into an arranged marriage to save his stepmother's crumbling business, Lee lives his life in sadness. His CEO husband doesn't love him, he resents him with all his being. As a young teen who wants nothing more than the sweet true love he envisioned, Lee tries to make things better, but it seems the more he tries to get his CEO lover to like him, the more he's despised. When a chance comes for him to attend a weekly masked ball presents itself, he goes there with the main purpose of escaping the drama of his life. There he meets a man. Thor was the masked name he goes by. Thor, a man whose caresses ignites a fire in Lee's soul.  Week after week of meeting, Lee fells in love with him. Lee lives in sadness during the week with his CEO husband who treats him like trash, and not as a significant other. And he lives his weekend dancing, and having the time of his life in the arms of his masked lover. Lee can't stop his teen heart from falling for the smooth talker. What happens when Lee finds out they are married in real life? And don't forget the secret that seems to shake his life to the core.

Unsolvable_Mystery · LGBT+
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She has an agenda

I slowly yawn and tried to rise from the bed, but I was stopped by a strong hand on my waist.

"Sly," I tried to remove his hand from my waist, but he held on tighter.

"Stay at a place and stop squirming." He murmured as he burrowed his head into my neck.

His hold on me became tighter. He didn't show any sign of waking up at any moment.

"I need to urinate."

"Don't worry, you will do that later. I need to sleep some more."

The way he talked sounded cute. And that made me giggle

Sly can be cute when he's not acting like a stone. And it's a time like this.

I remove his hair from his face and relaxed to watch him.

"I wish we can stay like this forever." But I know this is only a wishful thought.

Should Sly wake up now, all the magic of love will dissipate, and he will return to the Sly I've got accustomed to.

My fingers trailed his face.