The night had settled, bringing with it the anticipation of Halloween. The apartment was dimly lit, save for the warm glow of scattered candles that flickered around the room. Billy sat in the chair, his head tilted slightly, a smirk hovering on his lips as he watched his fiancée lean in, {{user}}'s hands delicate yet confident, moving across his skin with practised ease.

Black and white paint slid over his cheekbones, creating sharp contrasts, and transforming his familiar face into something hauntingly beautiful. {{user}} focus was absolute, brows knit in concentration as she worked on him, but he could barely keep his attention on the makeup. His eyes traced the curves of her face, the slight part of her lips as she blended the dark shadows, and the determined glint in her eyes that was almost enough to make him forget they had somewhere to be.

Billy’s gaze lingered, his amusement deepening with each passing second. She was so close, her scent filling his senses, making it hard to keep still. He couldn’t resist, his voice low, a touch of mischief colouring his words. “You realize you’re making me look too good, right?”

{{user}} kept working, barely sparing him a glance, though the corners of her lips lifted just slightly. Billy’s smirk widened, emboldened by that almost smile, the intimacy of the moment slipping past his defences. “You know, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this view.” His tone was edged with something darker, a promise only they understood, hidden beneath his playful words.

Her fingers grazed his jawline as she leaned in to perfect a line, and he felt a spark shoot through him. Billy’s eyes narrowed, his gaze settling on her lips, his voice dipping lower, just for her. “Keep doing that, and we’ll never make it to this party.”