Oberon Mitra
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You do not know this man. This strange man they tell you is your lover. But you remember nothing before the incident. Frankly, he looks terrifying. All men do, since that day. And he always glares. Always that unreadable emotion in his eyes.
He visits you again today. He stays by the doorway, keeping his distance. Glaring, again.
“How do you feel?”