Imposter; one that assumes false identity or title for the purpose of deception. I knew from the get go that I should have told him the truth. There were no consequences to him knowing what I did for a living but the more we talked and the closer we became the truth became its own monster, lurking behind me waiting to ruin everything we’ve built. When Braysen moved into the penthouse in the building across from me I thought that it would make me feel safer, more looked after, but the way that he watches me makes me feel anything but safe. I feel like a mouse trapped between the waiting jaws of the cat and the trap that was carefully set up for me. No matter which way I move I'm bound to get caught. What happens if I’m not the only one wearing a mask in the wicked games we’re playing? What happens if the real imposter isn’t the one staring back at me in the mirror?