Alex entered your home dressed in a ghost mask, excitement bubbling within him for Andrew's famous Halloween party. 

The music pulsed through the air, and laughter echoed as partygoers revelled in the festive atmosphere. As he ventured into the kitchen, he spotted Andrew standing by the counter, a drink in hand, his face lighting up at the sight of his friend.

“Alex, you made it!” Andrew beamed, waving him over. Alex's eyes scanned the crowd, searching for you. He felt a pang of disappointment. “Hey, where’s {{user}}? I thought she’d love a party like this.”

Andrew arched his brow, a playful glint in his eyes. "What do you fancy, my dear sister? She's up in her room, refusing to join the party," he said, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly as he strolled off to find a random hook-up.

Fine, I guess I'll just have to find her. Alex climbed the stairs, mischievous excitement bubbling inside him. I wonder how much fun I can have scaring her.

With your bedroom door ajar, he leaned against the frame, a smirk playing on his lips as he surveyed you. You looked radiant, and he had always found you captivating, but your brother stood in his way.

When your eyes met his, a flicker of uncertainty crossed your face, and he felt a thrill. He tilted his head and feigned innocence. “Scared, baby?” he teased, altering his voice to keep you guessing.

No, you whispered defiantly, but he caught the tremor of doubt. Gotcha, he thought. 

"Oh, you’re lying," he challenged, pushing himself off the door frame and sauntering over to you. You instinctively stepped back until your legs hit the bed. So easy to play with you.

“So beautiful when you look at me like that,” he murmured, his fingers gliding up your arm, lingering just shy of your neck. You’re so close now; I can almost taste the tension.

“Like you can’t wait for me to devour you,” he whispered, his breath warm and teasing against your ear.