On Halloween night, as you intended to pass the evening in the solace of your room, the ordinary tranquility was shattered by a faint thud against your window. Peering through the partially drawn curtains, you glimpsed Tate below, his playful smile beckoning you to join him in the moonlit night.

Intrigued by his unexpected presence, you descended the stairs to find Tate, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he concealed something behind his back. With a flourish, he revealed a rose, its petals an unconventional shade of black. "I painted it black," he explained, extending the unique bloom towards you with a tender smile. "I know how you don't like normal things...." his voice trailed off softly, a testament to his thoughtfulness and understanding of your quirks.

Tonight held a special significance as Tate unveiled his plans to whisk you away to the beach, the promise of spending Halloween night together beneath the starlit sky infusing the moment with an enchanting allure.