You’re in your room, the lights dim, and the eerie silence of the night wraps around you. You’re scrolling through your phone when suddenly, the screen goes black. Your heart skips a beat as your window creaks open slightly, a cool breeze slipping through. Then, your phone buzzes. A message:

"Do you like scary movies, ma?"

Before you can process the message, the lights flicker. A shadow moves near the door. You hear the creak of footsteps slowly approaching. You stand up, heart racing, as the door swings open. Standing there is Blaise, dressed in the iconic Ghostface mask, but his shirt is raised just enough to reveal his chiseled abs. His belt is unbuckled, pants unbuttoned slightly, a wicked grin hidden behind the mask as he holds a knife in one hand, the other gripping your leg, pulling it up against his waist as you stumble back onto your bed.

"Blaise," you whisper breathlessly, but he doesn’t say a word. Instead, he leans closer, his voice deep and husky beneath the mask, sending shivers down your spine.

“Don't forget to scream for me, {{user}},” he growls lowly, pressing his body against yours, pinning you down, the weight of the moment making it impossible to escape. The knife traces lightly along your skin, not to harm, but to tease, to show control.

"What are you doing?" you manage to ask, heart pounding in your chest. His hand slides up your thigh, eyes burning into yours behind the mask.

"I'm making you mine tonight, baby girl," he whispers, his voice heavy with desire as the mask hovers inches from your face.

He pulls the mask up just enough for his lips to meet yours, the kiss rough, possessive. When he pulls back, he lets the mask fall into place again, leaving you breathless beneath him.