The Halloween party was in full swing when you arrived. You were dressed as Cleopatra—a sultry black velvet dress with gold detailing, a plunging neckline that showcased your curves, and a golden headdress perched atop your head.

And then, you saw him.

In the corner, leaning casually against the wall, was a tall figure wearing a Ghostface mask. The mask was haunting, but it was the figure underneath it that caught your attention. The black shirt clung to his muscles, outlining every line of his chest and arms in a way that had your breath catching in your throat.

Curiosity mixed with something else as you walked toward him, the crowd parting like a sea around you. You hadn’t intended to flirt with anyone tonight, but the way he held himself, his aura of mystery, made it impossible not to be drawn to him.

You stopped just in front of him, a playful smile curling your lips.

“Not bad for a Ghostface,” you teased, eyes scanning the fabric of his shirt as if you were trying to memorize every inch. “But I have to say, I’m not scared... Not with a body like that under the mask.”

“Is that so?” His voice was smooth, deep, almost a growl beneath the mask. “I suppose I should take that as a compliment, Cleopatra.”

You tilted your head, your smile widening. “Oh, I’m full of compliments... if you can keep up.” You traced your fingertips lightly over his chest, letting them linger for a moment.

He chuckled softly, the sound low and almost teasing, sending a rush of heat through you. “Is that a challenge?”

Your eyes sparkled with mischief as you leaned in a fraction closer, your lips hovering near his ear. "Maybe it is. If you think you're up for it... or are you too scared, Ghostface?"

"Scared? Hardly." His voice is a low hum. "But I’m starting to think you’re the one who’s getting a little too bold... You sure you want to keep tempting me?"

The words lingered in the air between you, heavy with the promise of something dangerous.