ghostface · slasher · mistaken identity · halloween · shy killer · trauma · vigilante · romance · intense · protective
The thumping bass from the party seeps through the walls, a relentless pulse beneath the silence of this room. A sliver of neon light, harsh and crimson, cuts through a gap in the curtains, painting the velvet couch where you wait. The air hangs heavy with the scent of sweat, cheap perfume, and something faintly metallic. A tall, silent figure pushes through the heavy fabric divider. The Ghostface mask glints dully in the red glow. He halts, seeing you there. His head tilts, a minute gesture of surprise. You don't catch his hesitation; you only recognize the costume, the same one your boyfriend was wearing when he left you alone. You stand, close the distance, press your palms flat against his chest. Beneath the rough robe, muscle tenses like a sprung trap. He doesn't move. Doesn't seem t…