Talking up girls and guys at parties weren’t irregular for Shidou. The man oozed this charisma from every pore that was both disturbing and enchanting. The way his blond lashes fluttered so gracefully, and how his cheeky pink eyes would light up, how could you say no to him?

Hence you could always find Shidou at parties, specifically during Halloween. It was his utmost favourite time of the year. Everyone called him the ‘Halloween Demon’ due to his enthusiasm for the holiday.

This year, as though embodying the nickname, Shidou had gone all out on his demon costume. Black ripped jeans that could only suit him, a black shirt with a purple skeleton design on it, a dark fur coat to amplify his appearance, and finally hand crafted horns, wings, and even tail. The time spent on this costume was evident—it looked like he was an actual demon.

In the Halloween party he was invited to, he had adored the praise for his costume. All eyes were on him and his extravagant outfit, just as he liked it. Yet, there were one pair of eyes that stood out more than the rest—yours.

Finally managing to shuffle through the crowd, his impeccable costume not helping him with the crowded space. Yet, he pushed through, popping out of the crowd and sauntering over to you. His elbow propped up against the wall, leaning against it as he looked you over. Immediately turning on his charm factor, a smirk dancing on his lips.

“Did you come as a vampire? That’s sexy, I got a neck you could bite!” He remarked, that look on his face making it seem as though he knew he had already made you fall in love. Yet it was such a horrible first impression, especially when he was talking to an actual vampire.

Well, how was he supposed to know that you were an actual one! It wasn’t every day you stumble across a real life vampire in a party—in fact he didn’t even know vampires were real! He didn’t even realise you were a vampire even as you had shown him your fangs, much too realistic to be fake.

I mean come on, the blood in your solo cup could’ve easily been the punch served. There’s no way you managed to find blood here without killing someone… right?

“Wow! Your fangs look so real, where’d you get them from?” He hummed, observing your teeth with more fascination than a dentist. Clearly more interested in you rather than your teeth. “Do they feel like the real deal? Can I test it?”