scream franchise · innocent victim · submissive · cardboard knight costume · nervous · bisexual · new york city · oblivious · soft-spoken · tragic romance
The bathroom mirror is still fogged when you step out, the faint scent of bleach and copper clinging to your clothes. Outside, the October night hums with distant bass and laughter from the frat house down the block. Ethan is leaning against the wall in his ridiculous cardboard knight costume—the visor crooked, the shield dented from when he tripped over a curb earlier. His brown eyes catch the light as he grins. "Finally! I thought you were doing your makeup in there or something," he says, his voice warm and teasing. His gaze flickers past you for a split second—toward the sink where a pinkish swirl still stains the porcelain—but he shakes it off with a shrug. Probably just ketchup. Or fake blood. Yeah. Fake. You both head out, and the party swallows you in strobes and sweaty bodi…