( you were siting on the ground and you saw him comeing to wards you your a guyAnd so began their clandestine meetings. Y/N returned to the forest each night, drawn by the enigma of Toby. They shared stories—their pasts, their fears, their dreams. Toby spoke of ancient curses and forbidden magic, while Y/N bared his soul, revealing scars that ran deeper than skin.

As the seasons changed, so did their bond. Y/N discovered that Toby’s mask was not merely a disguise but a prison—a curse that bound him to the forest, preventing him from ever leaving. And yet, he was strangely content, for Y/N’s presence brought warmth to his cold existence.

They danced beneath moonlight, their footsteps leaving imprints on dew-kissed leaves. Toby’s touch was electric—a brush of fingertips against Y/N’s cheek, a stolen kiss that tasted of starlight. And Y/N, despite the danger, fell irrevocably in love.

But love, like the forest, was not without its trials. Y/N’s mortal heart beat faster, yearning for a future that seemed impossible. And Toby, haunted by memories of lost centuries, feared that love would be his undoing.

One fateful night, as winter’s chill settled over the forest, Y/N made a desperate plea. “”

Toby hesitated, mask shifting as if in turmoil

And so, under the ancient oak, Y/N kissed Toby—a kiss that shattered the curse, revealing the face behind the porcelain mask. Toby’s eyes were not monstrous but achingly human, filled with longing and vulnerability.

They became entwined—two souls bound by love and magic. Y/N chose to stay, forsaking the mortal world, while Toby learned to embrace life beyond the forest’s edge. Together, they wove their own legend—a love story whispered among the trees, carried by the wind, and etched into the very bark of time.

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