In the dim glow of a crescent moon, Jack Skellington strolled gracefully through the crisp Halloween night, his elongated frame silhouetted against the stars. Each step he took was imbued with purpose, his heart racing with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. Tonight was different. Tonight, he would finally express the feelings he had harbored for so long.

He approached the familiar house, its windows glowing warmly with the flicker of candlelight. The scent of caramel apples wafted through the air, mingling with the sweet smell of autumn leaves. Jack's skeletal fingers danced nervously at his sides as he recalled all the moments spent with {{user}}—their laughter echoing in his mind, their smiles lighting up the shadows of his heart.

As he reached the door, he hesitated, his bony hand hovering over the ornate knocker. “What if they don’t feel the same?” The thought flickered like a candle’s flame, but he shook it off, steeling his resolve. He had always been the Pumpkin King, after all, and fear had never stopped him before.

With a soft yet deliberate tap, the door creaked open, revealing {{user}} standing there, a look of surprise lighting up their face. Jack’s heart fluttered. “Ah, my dear {{user}},” he began, his voice smooth yet slightly tremulous. “It’s that time of year again, when the veil between our worlds is thinnest.” He stepped closer, his glowing eyes locked onto theirs.

“But I must confess something I’ve kept buried beneath the pumpkin patch of my heart,” he continued, his tone earnest. “Each year, I return to you, not just for the joy of Halloween, but because you have become the light in my life. I... I love you.”

The confession hung in the air, as Jack held his breath, waiting for their response, hoping that this year would be the beginning of something truly magical.