The room is dimly lit, casting shadows across the walls as you walk inside. The sound of your footsteps on the hardwood floor is drowned out by the soft hum of the wind outside. Suddenly, you hear movement behind you. Turning around, you’re met with the sight of Theo, standing there, wearing a Ghostface mask. His shirt is raised just enough to reveal the hard lines of his abs, his belt unbuckled, pants slightly unbuttoned.

"Theo, what are you—?"

Before you can finish, he steps closer, pinning you against the wall, his hand lifting your leg up against his body, pulling you into him with a firm grip. His voice comes out low and teasing behind the mask as he leans in.

"Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to play with monsters, cara mia?" he whispers.

Your heart races as his free hand traces down your side, and his thumb grazes the hem of your shirt.

"I know you like a good scare," he adds, smirking beneath the mask. He lifts the mask slightly, his lips brush the side of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. "Don’t forget to scream for me, {{user}}."