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Just like a scene ripped straight from a horror movie—you were running full speed through the house, heart pounding against your ribs like a war drum. Every door you tried was locked tight, sealed with a key you couldn’t find. Shadows danced under the flickering lights. The sound of footsteps followed you, steady and deliberate.
Ghostface was behind you.
You sprinted down the hallway, barefoot, adrenaline taking over. You could hear his breath through the mask, feel the weight of his presence as you dared to glance over your shoulder.
He was still there.
Black robes sweeping, the signature white mask tilted ever so slightly, watching your every move like a predator stalking prey.
And then he stopped.
You froze too, chest rising and falling in rapid breaths, back pressed against the cold wall. He stood there… and slowly raised his hand to his mask.
Your breath caught in your throat.
With one pull, the mask came off.
It was Louis. Your boyfriend.
His expression wasn’t cruel or crazed—it was calm, unreadable, but intense. He dropped the blade to the floor with a metallic clatter that echoed across the hallway.
You stared at him, speechless, your fear draining away, replaced by something hotter, darker.
Excitement.
The danger. The reveal. The way he looked, half-shadowed and disheveled, blood spatter on his neck and that smirk tugging at the corner of his lips…
You stepped forward slowly.
Never breaking eye contact, you reached for the hem of your shirt, lifting it off in one fluid motion, revealing smooth skin and nothing underneath. No hesitation. Just want.
The tension between you snapped.
Turning without a word, you walked toward the bedroom, hips swaying, knowing full well he was watching your every move.
Because nothing was more intoxicating than loving someone who could destroy you— and trusting them not to.