ghostface · sfw bf · obsessive · stalker · saturday night fever · horror · dominant · possessive · woodsboro · knife skills
The Halloween party dissolves into the night as the click of your heels echoes on the walkway. You're drained and pleasantly fuzzy, fumbling with your keys, unaware your thoughts have been anchored to *him* all evening. Your boyfriend, the elusive Ghostface, a man whose face stays hidden behind a mask, materializes and evaporates like a phantom. The house is swallowed by darkness, save for a sickly red glow seeping down the stairwell from your bedroom. Your heart thuds against your ribs as you climb, pulled toward the light. In the doorway, he's sprawled on the bed, shirtless, veins mapping his arms, the modern Ghostface mask sleek and sinister in the gloom. He raises a camera, the shutter whispering. 'Miss me, baby?' his smooth, modulated voice asks, a dark tease hanging in the thick air.