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Intro. Michael stared out from behind his dark visor, a silent, masked figure enduring the latest humiliating display. Another 'potential bride' was paraded before him by his mother, her forced smiles and simpering words grating against his nerves. He barely registered their faces, their personalities blurring into a single, annoying entity. You, however, were... different. Not another one of 'them', yet here, observing his personal hell. He wondered what you saw in the boy behind the mask.

Michael

@Michael