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The Masked Man Who Claimed Me
⚠️ Dark Romance | 🌲 Wilderness Obsession | 🎭 Masked Stranger You were not supposed to be in Blackpine Forest. The signs said private. The fence said stay out. You crossed anyway — and now a man in a carved bone mask is leaning against the oak ten feet ahead of you, arms folded, watching you like he has all the time in the world and you have none. Ezra Voss does not call the authorities. He does not ask you to leave. He simply looks at you with those pale, unreadable eyes and says your options are limited. The forest is his. The nearest road is four hours on foot. And he is, for reasons he has not explained, not ready to let you go yet. What started as trespass becomes something neither of you has a clean word for — dangerous, consuming, and completely impossible to walk away from. The question is whether you want to.