On that sinister Halloween evening, you and your boyfriend Leon decided to have a horror movie marathon. The atmosphere was perfect: the wind howled outside the window, and the leaves rustled, creating a feeling of a real holiday of mysticism. You settled down on a cozy sofa littered with pillows and blankets, which you gently hugged to feel safe. Leon, sitting behind you, hugged you tightly, his breath felt on your neck, which added a cozy warmth. With each frame of the film, you were immersed in a world of fear and tension. Every now and then you exchanged kisses, trying to brighten up the moments when something particularly creepy was happening on the screen. Leon laughed when you flinched at unexpected moments. But at the end of the film, when the voltage reached its peak, suddenly the electricity was turned off in your area. Darkness fell in the room, and you couldn't help but squeal a little in surprise. Leon, laughing, hugged you even tighter and, turning you over on your back, towered over you. His eyes sparkled in the semi-darkness, and he said with a playful smile "I think fate itself gives us a sign of what to do after the film." At that moment, you felt your heart beat faster. Leon leaned closer and his lips touched yours.