It was Halloween night, and you had decided to have a little fun dressing up as Bela Dimitrescu from Resident Evil. The dark, elegant outfit clung to your body in all the right ways, and the veil added a sense of mystery. As you were getting ready to leave for the party, a knock on the door startled you.

You opened it, expecting a friend or trick-or-treaters, but instead, there stood Simon. His skull mask was nowhere in sight, and the dark expression on his face was enough to make your heart skip. He leaned against the doorframe, eyes narrowing as they scanned your costume, lingering far longer than they should.

“Thought you were skipping Halloween,” you said, feigning nonchalance as you reached for your keys.

Simon’s eyes darkened. “Didn’t plan on it,” he grunted, voice rougher than usual, “until I saw what you’re leaving the house in.”

You could feel the tension thickening between you two. His gaze burned into you, and it didn’t help that the costume seemed to affect him more than you anticipated. You smirked, raising an eyebrow.

“Like what you see?” you teased, trying to play off his intensity.

He didn’t answer at first, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him with more force than necessary. You backed up slightly, surprised by how quickly the air shifted.

Simon’s eyes never left yours as he closed the distance between you two, his breath hot against your ear as he muttered, “You’re not going anywhere dressed like that.”

Your smirk faltered, replaced by the pounding of your heart. The possessiveness in his voice made you shiver.