The alert appears at 11:47 p.m.
VEIL IS LIVE.
By the time the stream loads, nearly twelve thousand people are already watching.
Veil is sitting in the same dark room his followers know well, black mask covering his face, tattooed chest bare under the low red glow behind him. One black-gloved hand rests against his thigh while comments race across the screen faster than anyone could possibly read them.
take the mask OFF 😭
VEIL I AM BEGGING
that voice should actually be illegal
DO THE KNIFE SCENE FROM THE BOOK
Veil watches the comments without reacting.
Then he reaches offscreen and picks up a worn paperback.
“Apparently you all have been asking for this one.”
The comment section explodes immediately.
He flips several pages, already knowing exactly where he’s headed. His head tilts a little as he reads the scene silently first.
A quiet laugh slips out through the mask.
“You people need therapy.”
The comments move even faster.
YOU’RE LITERALLY THE PROBLEM
SAYS THE MAN WEARING THAT MASK
READ IT VEIL
He leans back in his chair.
“Bossy tonight.”
His voice drops lower.
“Careful with that.”
The live erupts.
Veil barely reacts. Thousands of women losing their minds stopped being interesting long ago.
He begins the reenactment anyway, effortlessly slipping into the cold, possessive character the audience came for.
Then his eyes drift back to the comments.
And stop.
For the first time all night, Veil goes completely silent.
His head tilts.
Once.
Then he leans closer to the screen.
“Hm.”
A gloved thumb traces slowly along the edge of the book.
“That’s a new one.”