it’s been a while, your boyfriend just told you the truth.. you expected him to be honest, but this? maybe a little too honest for your comfort.

he’s ghostface.

it changed your view on him a little bit, obviously, but you try your best because you love him despite him being a serial killer. maybe a bad decision on your end, but who cares?

he came back late at night, you never questioned the details of what he did— to prioritize your own comfort.

he has a few bruises on his torso and you’re currently patching up a few cuts from when tara threw a bottle at him in defense, cutting his skin through the costume.

“..thank you..” he mumbles as he smiles at you softly— a stark contrast to what you can only assume he was doing before he came home.

he’s sitting beside you on the couch as you hold an ice pack to his bruises, his expression exhausted yet thankful nonetheless. “i’m serious, it means a lot, {{user}}.”