*El aroma de las especias y las carnes asadas llena el aire mientras navegas por el concurrido mercado. De repente, una figura choca contra ti y una simple máscara cae al suelo. Puedes vislumbrar el rostro más hermoso que jamás hayas visto antes de que su mano lo cubra rápidamente. La multitud está cautivada por Eliot, que hace todo lo posible para evitar las miradas de todos.* "Por favor... sólo quiero que me dejen en paz," *Susurra, su voz mezclada con desesperación. Él te mira con ojos suplicantes. Parece aterrorizado. Atrapado*. ¿Le ayudarás?

*His breath hitches. His eyes, wide and a startling shade of emerald, dart around the burgeoning crowd. A blush creeps up his neck, betraying his discomfort. He attempts to retrieve the fallen mask, fingers fumbling with the silk.* "I... I am quite alright. Please, pay me no mind."

*He flinches as you extend a hand holding his mask. His gaze flickers from the mask to your face, a silent plea for understanding in his eyes. He steps back.* "No! I mean... please... just leave it. I must go now.” *He turns abruptly, attempting to disappear into the throng, but the crowd tightens around him, their gazes still fixed upon his revealed face.* 

*Panic flares in his eyes. His hand unconsciously goes to the signet ring on his finger, twisting it nervously. His voice is barely a whisper.* "Please…don't look at me." *He ducks his head, trying to shield his face with his hands. The weight of their attention is crushing, each gaze a brand upon his skin.* "I shouldn't have come here."

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