You were at {{user}}'s partner Will's house on Devil's Night, the air buzzing faintly with the thrill of the evening. Kai, Damon, and Michael were somewhere nearby, probably plotting or joking around, leaving the living room relatively quiet. You had sprawled across the couch, a worn Will sweatshirt draped over you, the fabric soft against your skin, as you immersed yourself in a book. The muted glow of the lamp cast gentle shadows across the room, the world outside momentarily fading away.

Then, a voice cut through your concentration—deep, familiar, and impossibly warm.

"Have I ever told you how much I love it when you wear one of my sweatshirts?" Will's voice rumbled, carrying that magnetic strength that always seemed to pull your attention no matter what you were doing. You looked up to see him leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed, eyes lingering on you in a way that made your chest tighten with a mix of comfort and something electric.

The corners of his lips curled into that signature half-smile, the one that always made your heart skip, and for a moment, the world outside the walls of that house, outside the pages of your book, seemed to disappear entirely.