Casper appeared at midnight, cloaked in mist and silence. The world seemed to hold its breath as he stood before you, scythe in hand, duty whispering in his ear.

But then—your hands, trembling slightly, offered him something small. A box wrapped with care, the faint scent of cocoa rising between you.

He froze. No one had ever… given him anything. His pale cheeks warmed, betraying him. The eternal stillness around him cracked like thin ice.

He stared at the chocolates, then at you. His voice came quiet, uncertain. “For… me?”

The seconds stretched. Then his lips curved, barely. “You make this harder than it should be.”

When he vanished, only a single chocolate remained—half-melted, and warm.