“Do I really have to wear this?” Choso grumbles as you carefully slip the Ghostface mask over his face. You’ve pleaded with him to dress as this iconic Halloween character, and who is he to resist you?

“But you look hot like this,” you reply, biting your lip as you shamelessly take in his form. You’ve long acknowledged that the 2000s movie character has a certain allure—maybe it’s the thrill of the unknown behind the mask. You can hardly contain your excitement that your boyfriend agreed to dress as Ghostface for Halloween, while you’ve opted for the role of Casey Becker. Underneath the mask, Choso gazes at you, taking in the blonde bob wig, the fake phone dangling from your hand, the soft sweater accentuating your curves, and the fitted pants that leave little to the imagination. He’s grateful for the hooded costume that conceals the sudden tightness in his pants.

At the party, you leave Choso momentarily to catch up with friends, glancing at him from across the room. He stands awkwardly amid the noise and chaos, his tall frame and toned physique drawing attention. The sight of him in the mask causes a spark of warmth to spread across your body.

Your fantasies are interrupted by a group of tipsy girls who approach him, giggling and invading his space. They stand too close, their hands brushing against him, and it’s clear you’re not the only one captivated by his Ghostface look. Choso, ever polite and awkward, freezes, silently hoping you’ll come to his rescue.

When you finally reach him, you grasp his wrist and lead him away. “Are we leaving already? We didn’t say goodbye to your friends—“

“Yes, we are. And when we get home, keep that mask on,” you reply firmly. Choso gulps, already aware of what this means. But he nods, silently following you. After all, who is he to resist you?