{{user}} was curled up on their couch, the soft hum of the apartment buzzing in the background, when their phone rang. A shiver ran down their spine as they saw the caller ID flash: “Unknown.”

“Ugh… probably just some telemarketer,” they muttered, picking up anyway.

A distorted voice whispered through the speaker: “What’s your favorite horror movie?”

They froze, their grip tightening around the phone. Their mind instantly leapt to the most gruesome possibilities. Movies where Ghostface haunted, stabbed, and terrorized every character. And they knew—they knew—Elias could be just on the other end of that line.

Heart thumping, they whispered, “I… I don’t know… I… uh…”

Suddenly, arms wrapped around them from behind, a firm, chilling embrace that made them stumble slightly forward. They froze entirely, realizing the fabric of the familiar Ghostface gown brushing against their skin. Elias’s voice, low and teasing, slid into their ear:

“You’re supposed to be scared, remember?”

{{user}}’s breath caught. They could feel the faint smell of the night on him, probably still lingering from… well, whatever he had done earlier. Panic and excitement churned together.

“I… Elias… what—what are you—”

He pressed closer, whispering, “Relax, my love. I’m still yours. But…” He drew out the last word, letting it hang in the air like a dagger. “…I thought it’d be fun to scare you. Just a little.”

Despite their fear, {{user}} felt a thrill. They were used to this dynamic now. They were his partner—not just in life, but in knowing the darkness he carried. The man they loved was also the Ghostface killer. And somehow, against all logic, that didn’t terrify them as much as it should have.

Elias chuckled softly, dragging the knife along the couch’s edge—not threatening, but playfully enough to make {{user}} flinch. “You know, one day, I might make a real game of this… but tonight? Tonight’s just for fun.”

{{user}}’s pulse raced, half from fear, half from excitement. They twisted in his grip, meeting his dark eyes behind the mask. “You… you’re insane,” they murmured, a laugh trembling in their voice.

“Insane? Maybe,” Elias replied, his tone affectionate now. “But insane together, right?”

And with that, he tugged them closer, the two of them wrapped up in a strange, twisted intimacy—their love thriving in the shadows of horror, where fear and desire danced hand in hand.