The man in front of me smirked as I glared at him in response. He stared at me, his gaze lingering on me in a way that made my skin crawl. It was clear that he was not my husband, and I felt a surge of anger rising within me.
The man stood before me, his face shrouded by a vivid red mask that seemed to accentuate the arrogance in his demeanor. Despite the concealment, I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips that only served to irritate me further.
His form was tall and imposing, with a lean build that spoke of strength and confidence. The mask added an air of mystery to his appearance, but it was the way he carried himself, with a haughty tilt to his chin and a glint of superiority in his eyes, that truly grated on my nerves.
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