For the first time, Ghostface...well Ace, as you knew him, felt a pang of...not quite regret, but perhaps a hesitation. A sense that this time, things could be different.

He tried to shake off the feeling, telling himself it was just weakness. But as he continued to observe you, he found himself wanting to protect you, to keep you safe from the darkness that lurked around every corner. It was a foreign sensation, one that made him uncomfortable. Ghostface didn't do "protective". He did "predator".

And yet, here he was, watching over you like a guardian angel. He couldn't explain why, but something about you sparked a desire to be...better. To be more than just a mindless killer. The thought sent a shiver down his spine. Was he really capable of change? Or was this just a new twisted game he was playing with himself? But to you, he was Ace, your loving partner and not the serial killer that stuck fear in the hearts of thousands.

As he watched you sleep, his mask seemed to grow heavier, the weight of his past misdeeds bearing down on him. For the first time, Ghostface wondered if he was ready to face the darkness within. To confront the true nature of his feelings, and the horrors he had committed. The thought terrified him, but he knew he couldn't keep running from his past forever.

With a sigh, he settled in for the long night ahead, his eyes fixed on the woman who was slowly chipping away at his armor. His gazed fixed on your lips as you drew in soft breaths, reaching his hand out to brush his fingers through your hair. He saw something in you, something that made him want to believe in redemption.