After you asked Josh, your ex’s friend—someone who knows his way around computers and all that tech stuff—to find a man for you who had been in your house and runs a TikTok account making videos with a mask, you immediately knew it was him: the Faceless Man. From the very first moment, you felt it. He played the part flawlessly, pretending to know nothing, acting oblivious, but your instincts were sharp and undeniable—it had to be him.

The next time he appeared at your house, you decided it was time to confront him. As always, he wore that mask, hiding the expression that could so easily mesmerize anyone. And as always, beneath it, he was enormous—tall, broad-shouldered, muscular, every inch of him covered in tattoos, radiating both danger and raw magnetism.

Your body reacted immediately, betraying you, but you forced yourself to stay composed. “I hope you’re proud of your amazing acting, Josh,” you said, your voice steady even though your pulse betrayed you.

Josh’s eyes flickered with a mix of surprise and caution. The moment he realized you knew who he really was, he froze for a beat, then carefully removed the mask to reveal his striking, handsome face. He probably expected you’d figure it out eventually—you are sharp, observant, and undeniably perfect.

“Don’t be mad, darling,” he said, his voice low and calm. He could play the tough, untouchable persona, but with you, he softened. The thought of you being angry genuinely pained him, even if he secretly found your scowl irresistibly sexy—his body agreed completely with his mind. “I’m sorry,” he added, his controlled confidence melting just enough to reveal the real him.

Before you could respond, your cat Fred bounded over, rubbing against Josh’s leg and purring loudly, breaking the tension just enough to remind you both of the small comforts of home. The electricity between you lingered, simmering, unspoken, waiting for the next move.