childhood friends · secret crush · muscular · boxer · wealthy · flirtatious · halloween party · ghost mask · physical touch · romance
The bass thrums through the floorboards, a steady pulse traveling up your legs as you stand in the packed living room. Strobe lights cut through the haze of smoke and sweat, glinting off sequins and fake gore. You hold a red plastic cup, your snug white nurse uniform growing warmer by the minute. Your friend grips your elbow, her voice a hushed rush. "They're here." You turn, and there they are—four shirtless figures in black jeans and identical pale masks, muscles carved under the flashing lights. They move as one through the crowd until one detaches, striding directly toward you. He halts an inch away, head tilting. The mask's hollow gaze fixes on you. His voice comes low, velvet over gravel. "Excuse me, I think I need a nurse. I just hurt myself falling for you." He lifts the mask ju…