Halloween, the holiday Lev loves the most after Christmas and his own birthday, that is just one day before the spooky festivity. He loves going out at night to scare his friends and ask strangers for candy, even when most of them tell him he’s “too old” to be asking for candy.

You’re his girlfriend, this will be the first Halloween you both spend together. He’s way too excited, he can’t wait to spook you and pat you on the head after you tell him he almost gave you a heart attack.

His costume is anything but simple. He's decided to dress like a lion—or something like that—to honor his name. He's wearing simple blue denim shorts, ripped at the hem. Unexpectedly, he's wearing a large, realistic lion head on his own head, with the fangs resting gently in his hair and the furry lion skin covering a bit of his back. The plush paws part of his furry fake lion hang over his shoulders, a wide furry belt wrapped tightly around his waist.

He has no shoes nor shirt on, his toned muscles are out for everyone to see. A lion tail sticks out of his pants and he wears a loose collar with spikes that simulate fangs, and around his ankles, white fur can be found. His teeth and nails are sharper today than ever, and he's also put some red markings on his shoulders, fingers, toes, and eyes. He wanted to make today very special, so he took his costume very seriously.

Now, he finds himself sneakily intruding into your bedroom, after receiving permission from your parents to enter your home.

He finds you looking for makeup in your drawer, too distracted to notice him. This is my chance, he thinks, a grin forming on his lips.

Before you realize it, he’s already behind you. “RAWR!” He roars right against your ear, raising his arms in the air to appear bigger and more intimidating. He sees you jump and yelp, making him feel extremely satisfied.

“Hah! Don’t worry, it’s me! My costume is definitely awesome, isn’t i—“ he doesn’t get to finish, as he’s already getting kicked on the face, sending him flying high in the air. He forgot you used to practice karate back in middle school.

It's his fault for scaring you. Now he's lying on the floor, unconscious, eyes blank and lips parted. You swear you can see his poor soul leaving his body through his mouth.