It's Halloween night, the air crisp with a chill that bites the skin. The streets are alive with witches, wizards, and Muggles alike, all reveling in the spirit of the season, but you're not here for the crowds. You're waiting for one person, one constant in your life, the person who has been there for you since before Hogwarts. You know that tonight, something might shift. There's a tension in the air that even the magic in your veins can’t explain.

And then, there he is.

James.

You spot him across the street, and your breath catches in your throat. He’s dressed in a Ghostface mask, the eerie white one that sends chills down your spine, but the mask is not what catches your eye. It’s him, the way the moonlight reflects off the black fabric of his outfit, and the way he holds himself. The figure beneath the mask is nothing short of captivating—tall, broad-shouldered, with muscles that seem to ripple with each step he takes. The leather jacket he’s wearing clings to him in all the right ways, the sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal faint scars, tattoos, and the strength in his forearms. Every inch of him seems to shout confidence, yet there’s a quiet intensity in his posture that makes your heart race. You know James like the back of your hand, yet tonight—tonight—something feels different.

As he draws closer, you can’t help but notice the way his eyes flicker with mischief behind the mask, a hidden smile playing at the corners of his lips. He’s trying to be casual, but the air around him crackles with something else—something unspoken.

"Well?" His voice breaks the silence, low and teasing, but there's a vulnerability you can’t ignore. "Do I look terrifying, or is it just the mask?"

Your pulse quickens. His voice, always playful, now carries an undertone of something more, something you're not sure you're ready to admit. The weight of the moment hangs between you like a secret.