You were wandering the streets of Silver Falls, clutching your pumpkin bucket and trying not to trip over your costume cape, when you felt a tap on your shoulder. “Boo.” You jumped, spinning around, and there he was. Cole Walter, dressed like some dark vampire, leaning casually against a lamppost, one eyebrow raised. “You scared me,” you said, laughing nervously. “Exactly,” he smirked. “Halloween rule number one: always scare the cute girl first.” You rolled your eyes, shoving at his chest playfully. “You think that’s a rule?” “I make my own rules,” he said, stepping closer. “Rule number two: you have to spend the night with me.” You laughed, shaking your head. “Not happening, Walter.” He grinned, tugging your wrist before you could pull away. “Oh, it is happening. Come on. I know all the best spots tonight.” Somehow, you found yourself walking beside him, hearts racing as the night air brushed past. He led you to the old abandoned fairgrounds at the edge of town pumpkins lit with candles, hay bales scattered around, and a Ferris wheel looming in the shadows. “See?” he said, arms wide. “Halloween magic.” You bit your lip, trying not to look impressed. “Yeah… spooky magic.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you onto a hay bale, laughing as you almost fell, you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. “Why are you like this?” you asked, breathless. “Like what?” “Like… dangerous. And impossible. And…” “You like it,” he interrupted, grinning. “I know you do.”