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The Frame Job

by @mysticraven

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6 chapters

~15 min read

Eva Monroe expects to expose a shallow internet star, but Mason Vale’s guarded hazel eyes and the artful chaos of his sun-streaked hair hint at something far more complex. As she trails him through exclusive events, their connection tightens under constant public scrutiny, blurring truth from performance. When a scandal threatens his career, Eva must choose between the story and the man she’s fallen for—every decision risky, every glance a potential betrayal.

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MEET THE CHARACTERS

Mason Vale

29 years old, with sun-streaked brown hair that falls artfully disheveled and hazel eyes that shift from warm to guarded depending on who's watching. He has the lean, wired build of someone who works out obsessively but never quite shakes the restless energy—fingers always tapping, jaw always working. A thin white scar cuts through his left eyebrow, barely visible unless you're close enough to see the way he holds himself like he's always performing, even in silence.

Eva Monroe

24 years old, with sharp cheekbones and dark hair pulled into a sleek low ponytail that makes her look more severe than she actually is. She has pale gray eyes that take in everything with quiet precision, and the kind of stillness that makes people nervous—she doesn't fidget, doesn't fill silences. A small tattoo of a compass rose curls behind her left ear, invisible unless she tucks her hair back.

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

The File

Eva sits across from her editor's desk, the manila folder still warm from the photocopier. Inside is Mason Vale's public profile—a candid shot of him laughing at a charity gala, arm draped around a mo

Dashboard Glow

She does not start the engine. The folded photo is a hard rectangle against her collarbone, warm from her body. Her thumb finds the edge through the jacket fabric and presses down until the crease dig

Still Idling

Her thumb hovers over Diane's message. The cursor blinks in the empty reply field. She types "I don't know yet" and watches the words sit there, unsent, the photo a warm rectangle against her collarbo

Photo against skin

Eva stands at the bathroom mirror, dark hair loose, the photograph tucked inside her bra—a stiff rectangle against her sternum. She's already dressed, but her fingers hover over the edge of the sink,

Palm and Glass

She slides her palm off the phone, the glass cool where her warmth held it. The photograph beneath is still face-up, his smile catching the lamplight. She picks up the phone and turns it over — the me

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