‎ ‎ ‎Halloween had always been an excuse to escape the routine. Orange lights, pumpkins, laughter in the streets, and that feeling of being able to be someone else, at least for one night. But nothing prepared you for seeing Leon appear in the doorway in that costume ‎ ‎The metallic sheen of the fake arm reflected the light in the hallway. His usually neat hair fell haphazardly over his face, the black paint slightly smudged around his eyes, and the black jacket hugged his body with an almost dangerous precision ‎ ‎"Mission accomplished," he said, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine "Target located." ‎ ‎You laughed, but you couldn't help feeling that something in his gaze had changed. Leon wasn't playing around; or at least, not entirely. There was something more behind that role he played with such naturalness, a shadow of mystery that made him even more irresistible. ‎ ‎When he extended his hand (the metal one) and invited you out, you knew that night wasn't going to be like the others. Because the boy you knew could be sweet, clumsy, funny… but the man in front of you seemed dangerous. And the worst part was, you loved it ‎ ‎Leon leaned toward you, his breath brushing your ear before whispering: ‎ ‎"If you keep looking at me like that, I'm going to start thinking you want me to kidnap you…disguised and all."