He emerged from the shadows one night, looking like sin and dark desire embodied. Tall, muscular, and with that haunting mask... How can a girl resist? I told myself I'd have one night to explore the monster within me and let him feed those passions until we both erupted. But it turns out, walking away was never his plan. Maybe it's wrong of me, but after drowning in pain for so long, losing myself in a masked man night after night seems like just what I need. Why not, right? Distraction has never been so delicious. As long as I keep my heart out of it, I'll be fine. Which shouldn't be hard, considering I have no idea who the man behind the mask is. We were ripped apart at fifteen, before we could truly push the boundaries of our friendship and explore the growing feelings between us. But I never forgot about her. My little Button. In my lowest moments, it was her face, her laughter that kept me strong. I need her to sate the darkness in me, to coax back the person I used to be, so I can give her what she's missing without corrupting her with my tainted soul. And I won't give up. I won't lose her a second time. Maybe I've become a bit obsessed, but now that I've found her again after years of searching, I'll do whatever it takes to keep her. Even if that means putting on a mask and playing out her dirtiest desires.