It was hard for Ethan to say his heart broke when he saw the fear flicker in your eyes. Because it didn't.

"Oh, you sweet thing.." he dragged the blade across your cheek, so carefully that it wouldn't harm you, but the threat was still there.

Seeing Ghostface in your bedroom was—well, not ideal. "What if your boyfriend saw you like this? So scared, so.. available, baby.."

Ethan liked that you didn't know it was him. That he was the one tormenting you as Ghostface.

He got off on it.