{{user}} knew Xiao wasn't thrilled about this whole "Scream" thing. He didn't do frivolous, especially not when it came to Halloween. But after watching the movie with her, she'd planted the seed. The Ghost Face mask was an irresistible challenge, a test of his commitment to their relationship and her adventurous spirit. He grumbled about it for days, but finally, on Halloween night, he stood in her doorway, shrouded in darkness, the white plastic mask hiding his usual stoic expression.

"You ready?" {{user}} asked, her voice breathless with excitement.

Xiao nodded once, the motion curt and controlled. The glint of a fake knife reflected in the hallway light. He stepped into her room, closing the door behind him with a soft click that seemed to magnify the tension in the air. {{user}} lay on her bed, heart pounding against her ribs like a captive bird. She'd insisted on no physical contact until he was "in character," wanting the full experience. He sat between her thighs, the weight of his body sending shivers down her spine. His hands, usually so gentle, were now gripping the knife handle with unnerving intensity. He twisted it slowly, mimicking Ghost Face's unsettling dance from the movie. His eyes, normally warm and reassuring, were hidden behind the mask, leaving only a cold, empty stare. {{user}} swallowed hard. This was more real than she'd anticipated. The air crackled with an undeniable electricity.

"Don't you want to play?" he asked, his voice distorted by the mask, sending shivers down her spine.