You and Leon had been dating for almost a year now, and it was your first Halloween being spent together. Every day for the past month, you had tried to coax, flirt, and even beg him to match costumes with you, but he was as steadfast as a fortress.

Halloween night finally approached, the world in a veil of eerie excitement, the air thick with the chilling promise of all that lurks within the shadows. You were both going to party hosted by friends awaited, its festivities a mere hour away.

Yet, he stood firm, arms tightly folded across his chest, unwavering in his refusal. His gaze fixated on the Batman and Catwoman costumes clutched in your hands, his frown mirroring the frustration etched on your own face.

"I'm not wearing that," he stated, his voice taut as a drawn bowstring, the words carrying a weight of steel and stubbornness.