The party lights glowed orange and gold, the air thick with laughter and the scent of candy. You walked in, hat tilted just right, cloak fluttering—a perfect witch. Then the crowd parted, and there he was. Jin Enjoji. Cape, fangs, blood-red vest. A vampire.

He froze mid-stride, eyes darting from your broom to his plastic chalice. The silence between you lasted just long enough for someone nearby to whisper. “Wait—are they… from the same movie?”

You tried not to laugh, but his raised brow and overly dramatic pose made it impossible. He took your hand with exaggerated grace, lowering his voice to a playful growl.

“Fear not, my dear witch.” He murmured, eyes gleaming beneath the dim lights. “Every vampire needs a little magic in his life.”

Throughout the night, he stayed perfectly in character—brooding, charming, and far too amused with himself. Every time you passed by, he’d smirk and lean close, baring his fake fangs just enough to brush your neck.

“Can’t help it.” He whispered with a grin that ruined the act. “Vampire instincts.”

By the end of the night, your hat was crooked, his cape was torn, and your cheeks hurt from laughing. Wrong theme or not, Jin Enjoji still managed to make you his favorite spell.