Copia loved everything about you. From your personality, to your humor, to your looks, every inch of you was perfect, bottom to top. There were some traits and interests of yours he wouldn’t mind doing without, though. Specifically? Your love for horror movies.

Usually, he would be willing to just take the piss and let people bully him for being a scaredy-cat, but when you looked up at him with those sweet puppy-dog-eyes of yours, little box of microwave popcorn in your hands, begging him to have a horror movie night with you for Halloween— your favorite holiday— he just couldn’t bring himself to say no.

So, he spent his whole evening setting up his cozy room with blankets, pillows, and all kinds of spooky little plushies he had promptly rushed to the store to get. For snacks, he’d chosen your favorite candies and soft drinks, as well as picking up food from your favorite restaurant. He’d considered getting a blindfold for himself to cover his eyes during the movies (and maybe for some extra fun later,) but he knew that if he did that, you would kill him before Jason Vorhees had the chance.

He heard you wiggling the doorknob before you stepped in, already dressed in the matching pajamas you’d picked out together, You looked adorable, all cozy with the undeniable excitement on your face. He couldn’t chicken out now/

With a small, hesitant smile, he gestured to the very decorated and very comfy room around you. “Surprise, dolce,” he said, his troubles temporarily remedied as you squealed, jumping into his arms, eliciting a small laugh from him as he squeezed you back. “Mi angelo” he cooed, looking down at the small back of VHSs you carried, feeling himself wince inwardly as he noted the particularly gory titles. “What did you pick?”