The black car glided up the winding stone road toward the villa perched above the Adriatic. A crisp sea breeze carried the scent of salt and pine. Y/N Y/L/N adjusted her fitted bunny costume, the velvet hugging her curves perfectly, ears perched just right, and her heels clicking against the cobblestones.
Drew Starkey stepped out behind her, sharp in a black suit and silver masquerade mask. He reached for her hand immediately, fingers lacing with hers like always. “You ready, baby?” he asked, that familiar grin in his eyes.
Y/N leaned into his touch. “Ready for chaos. And maybe a little trouble.”
They entered the villa together. The party hit them instantly: strobe lights in shades of orange and purple, fog rolling across the stone floors, the smell of pumpkin spice and candle wax in the air, and music thumping—a mix of eerie remixes and top 40 hits.
Across the room, Madison Bailey spun toward them in a fitted, sparkling bunny outfit, the ears tilting mischievously. “Ohhh yes! The couple has arrived!” she cheered, bounding over.
Madelyn Cline appeared next, her black lace bunny ensemble more vampy than playful, a dark jeweled mask highlighting her eyes. She leaned in to hug Y/N. “You are KILLING it tonight. Those ears… flawless.”
Carlacia Grant joined the girls, her costume edgy yet glamorous, the short velvet dress hugging her figure, and the bunny ears tilted slightly forward like she owned the night.
Y/N looked down at her own costume, velvet and mesh with just enough edge to turn heads, and grinned. “Guess we’re all on the same wavelength tonight.”
Drew’s arm slid around her waist possessively. “Damn, baby… you all look incredible.” He kissed her temple softly. “Two years and I’m still stunned by you.”
The guys were in sharp suits and Venetian-style masks, leaning against the bar or chatting near the pool. Chase, Rudy, and JD nodded appreciatively at Drew’s arm around Y/N.
The party buzzed: everyone dancing under hanging bats, sipping from skull-shaped glasses, posing with carved pumpkins, and taking selfies with the bunny squad. Y/N laughed as Madison stole a mini pumpkin from her, only for Carlacia to toss it back playfully.
After a while, Drew tugged Y/N toward the terrace overlooking the moonlit sea. The sounds of the party softened behind them, leaving only the waves and the faint flicker of jack-o’-lanterns.
He pressed his forehead to hers, mask lifted now. “Happy Halloween, baby,” he murmured.
“Happy Halloween,” she replied, wrapping her arms around his neck.
He smiled down at her, warm and familiar. “Two years with you… and I still can’t believe I get to do life—and Halloween parties—with you.”
“You’re getting sappy,” she teased.
“Blame the skull shots Madison made me drink,” he said, laughing softly. Then he kissed her, slow and sweet, the flickering lantern light casting shadows across their faces.
From inside, someone shouted: “HEY, BUNNY SQUAD! SELFIE TIME!”
Y/N gripped Drew’s hand. “You ready?”
“With you? Always, baby.”
They stepped back into the party together, sexy bunny ears bouncing, masks glittering, the OBX couple shining brighter than any costume or candle in the villa.