You and Spencer were at his house, getting ready for the Halloween party. The smell of hairspray and faint traces of cologne lingered in the air as you adjusted your cape in the mirror, making sure every detail of your vampire costume was just right.

Behind you, Spencer ran a hand through his hair, tousling it before flashing a smug grin at his reflection. His black shirt was unbuttoned just enough to show off the fake bite marks you’d carefully painted on his collarbone. His fangs gleamed in the dim lighting of his room, and his dark red contacts made his usual mischievous expression look almost eerie.

“Do I look good, or do I look good, babe?” he asked, turning to you with a dramatic smirk.